Can I call it that, Thanksgiving eve? It is the night before Thanksgiving and all through the house….. no no that is not my story tonight. But just FYI, not a creature is stirring not even a mouse, just the mouse on this computer and the clickity click of my typing.
I am waiting on the return of my sister. Tomorrow, we’ll venture off for the celebrations with the family. I have always enjoyed Thanksgiving and the traditions that surround it.
Today, on Thanksgiving eve, no matter where the dinner takes place the house must be cleaned. Why you can’t have a mess house at Thanksgiving, that is not being very grateful. I remember always in my late elementary school days, that I would dream of the time off and filling it with playing house; when in reality I filled it with cleaning house. (I am sure my childhood memory exaggerated the amount of time I real was cleaning though.) I can picture the vacuum with the elephant long nose, and square body that I drug behind me as I banged it clumsily into the walls.
Later, in my teenage years, I fought with my mother as I vacuumed the for the company that would arrive. I struggled to reattach the front piece to the front of the new vacuum, with twisting the band. I had to call my mom in for help. She said, “I think you’ll have to move next door when you grow up. So that whenever you vacuum I can just walk over to help.” We smiled and I imagined how in a way that would be perfect.
After moving out I spent my first Thanksgiving away from home; just a little too grown up, lonely, and without a vacuum.
I made sure that the next year I wasn’t lacking the vacuum tradition. This time though I wasn’t cleaning up for my guests. I was being paid to keep the tradition alive. I worked for a cleaning company that cleaned houses. I doubt my mother would have ever thought that my clumsy vacuuming skills would earn me an income. I grabbed on to that long nosed vacuum and straightened up that fancy home with ease. I smiled big at the end of the day when I saw the cash tip that would be used as gas money to go home.
I spent a few more years away from the vacuum and home. Thankfully, my family made a big deal about that. First before I left they had a huge feast of a Thanksgiving and knowing it would be a while before I returned they threw in a little Christmas too. When I did come back, that year Thanksgiving was once again a big deal. I am pretty sure I wasn’t even allowed to vacuum for any of those.
This year, I am as excited as ever for tomorrow. I thought about it all day. I made plans to go to the cinema. I wandered around the house. I should have packed for the road trip home tomorrow but instead I found myself pulling out the vacuum. This little apartment didn’t really need a cleaning but it just felt like what I was suppose to do, because it is Thanksgiving eve after all.