November 24, 2004 - 11:32 p.m.

Dan and I are going to my father's house for Thanlsgiving tomorrow. We are in charge of pie and booze. Got the booze.

We decided on apple and pumpkin pies. We can make an apple pie with our eyes closed, so we figure we'll do that tomorrow morning before we drive up. This evening we decided to do the pumpkin.

Neither one of us has ever made pumpkin pie, and apparently Dan no longer recalls how to read.

The wrapper on the can of pumpkin pie filling contains a recipe. Dumbass bought sweetened condensed milk instead of evaporated milk. Definitely not the same thing. We used it anyway.

Who gives a fuck? We don't even like pumpkin pie. It looks like a sixth grade science project petri dish from the bad side of town. I'm curious to see if my father and his girlfriend survive the experience.

Had long chat with my very pregnant best friend this evening. What a small world. Turns out her husband's new friend from work is the Rapist that attacked my friend JLK and me a few summers ago. I don't want him around her or my godson.

Speaking of God, does anyone know the bible? I read it years ago for a class, and I remember nothing. My poor grandfather is going to pass away soon (cancer) and I will probably be asked to read at his service. I just don't have any idea what to read. I could use some suggestions of comforting passages for my family. This is going to be hard for everyone. I love my 'Nampa very much. His cancer has spread to his bones and he has been given only another two months, at best. He does not want to die and believes God won't let him. I believe in science, which is mostly why my extended family hates me.

As religious as my grandfather is, he always loved me despit my miniscule beliefs and sinful behavior. When I was taken above mentioned class (in high school, Bible Lit class was purely for literary reasons...very interesting) he would chat with me for hours and we would compare thoughts. He has never once told me I would "burn in hell" for living in sin, supporting gay rights, and being pro-choice, unlike my aunts and uncles who can barely stand me. Instead, my grandfather has always greeted my fellow sinning boyfriends and gay roommates with a hug and traditional Italian forehead kiss.

With Thanksgiving only ten minutes away, I am feeling very thankful to know such a wonderful man who has a great love for God, Luciano Pavorotti, enormous necklaces, enormous cars, and his family. I can only hope he has enough stregnth to join us for dessert tomorrow, and I will tell him exactly that.

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