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We don't normally celebrate Thanksgiving in Switzerland. So I don't really know what Thanksgiving is supposed to be like, even though I'm married to an American. Here is a run down of our Thanksgiving day:
- 6 a.m., I am trying to sleep. Heidi and Ginger are listening to Tibetan Chant Music and burning Snowlion Incense downstairs. Someone, Heidi or Ginger, is typing really fast at the computer.
- 7 a.m. I'm still trying to sleep. Denatured alcohol has a scent of its own. I smell it in my dreams.
- 7:05 a.m., I hear a feminine voice scream, "Oh, sh!t!" Heidi has discovered that Fondue gas (denatured alcohol) is not a safe method of starting a fire in the fireplace. So much for ambiance.
- 8 a.m. I'm still trying to sleep (it's an American holiday, after all), when I hear someone pounding on the door downstars, followed by my mother's voice. "I'm going down to Vira! Do you need anything?" Heidi yells back, "See if they have PECANS!!!!"
- 8:30 a.m. I've just fallen back asleep, when I hear the front door thrown open, and a familiar voice shouting, "NO! NO! This is naughty, Ginger! We do not fight with strange wild cats who may not have their vaccinations! Stop, please!"
- 9 a.m. I wish I were dead.
- 9:30 a.m. I'm still trying to sleep (American holiday and all). Pounding on the front door, followed by the voice of my mother (whom I'm beginning to hate): "Heidi!!!!!!! They didn't have any PECANS! How about almonds?????" Sound of a pound of almonds sailing through the air and into my wife's hands. "THANKS A LOT!" my wife screams at the top of her lungs. (Did you hear her in the US?)
- 10 a.m. All is quiet. I fall back to sleep. Was it all a bad dream?
- 10:15 a.m. Voice of my future ex-wife: "Honey, time to WAKE UP!!!!! I'm making faux pecan pie!!!!" (Oh, good.)
You can pretty much fill in the rest of the day, which included the always difficult choice of "StoveTop stuffing? Or Rösti?" and the confusing spectar of hearing Heidi turn into a Southern Belle while speaking to her mother on the telephone. Dinner tonight: roasted chicken, rösti, green peas, and faux pecan pie (because at 9:30 a.m. "They didn't have any PECANS!"
I can go back to sleep in about five hours. And for this I am thankful.
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