I usually hate Thanksgiving, because I hate football, overeating, eating animal products, spending time with in-laws, and celebrating genocide.

This year, I spent the day before doing homework, and cooking [baking pies (vegetable, and blackberry), making cranberry sauce]. I slept in Thanksgiving morning, then a friend picked me up, and we went and picked up another friend, and then we went to get RED BULL, and then we went and volunteered serving meals and cleaning up at a church community dinner. There were a lot of elderly and poor people who didn't have anywhere else to go (or anyone to be with), so I made a point to talk to a few of them while we were waiting for food to be served. One of my friends who I went with has been having severe panic attacks lately, and I think it did him good to socialize and be of service to others - I'm proud of him! I ate a granola bar while the others ate Thanksgiving food, but I swiped a plate of turkey for El Spuuko on the way out - there were so many leftovers!

Afterwards we stopped by a third friend's house to say hi, and she gave us a wee dram and we walked around her very large property for a bit. Then we went home, and I made mushroom gravy and mashed potatoes to serve with the rest of the hooplah (here's one I prepared earlier). I didn't really eat very much. Then I went and walked around for an hour. Then I half did homework, but mostly thought about Jacqueline Woodson, and what Mike Brown's family was doing for Thanksgiving this year, and then I read some of An Indigenous People's History of the United States and watched some Maori TV. It was a great Thanksgiving!