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THE FAMILY THANKSGIVING
27 November 2004
Well, we've had two days of stuffing our faces, and giving thanks. Even though we had our official "Thanksgiving" dinner a day late, it didn't seem like it.
Walt and I left here on Thursday afternoon, after watching the National Dog Show (can anybody who has seen "Best of Show" watch a dog show without giggling any more?), figuring that by 2:30 in the afternoon of Thanksgiving Day, everybody would already be over the river, through the woods, and sitting down at Grandma's house.
But we were wrong. The first 20 miles or so of the trip was bumper to bumper, but once it cleared, then it was fine the rest of the way.
My mother had purchased 2 huge dungeness crabs at Safeway--one of my favorite foods--we we had cracked crab, french bread and salad for dinner. That's enough reason to give thanks right there!
After dinner, we watched Ken Jennings creep ever closer to $2.5 million on Jeopardy, then watched Survivor Vanuatu, where I was amazed to discover that among the 7 remaining contestants definitely two and possibly three are lesbians. Then we watched The Apprentice, and by 11 p.m., we were all more than ready for sleep.
I was wide awake at 3 a.m., so now (11:30 p.m.), I'm feeling pretty sleepy. But my mother was up by 5:30 and we got started on getting ready for the family to arrive later.
My job at Thanksgiving is always to make the pies. This year I had some help...
Jocko is a friend who is visiting from Wisconsin and was happy to share Thanksgiving with us, especially since he could be so helpful in getting dinner ready. Later in the day, he helped keep an eye on the turkey.
The family arrived mid-afternoon. We hadn't seen Walt's mother since she moved to Santa Barbara and it was good to hear that she seems to have settled into her new digs and seems to like them. She lives 10 minutes from Walt's sister now, in a lovely assisted living facility. Her macular degeneration has left her essentially blind. She can still see a bit, but for all intents and purposes she is blind and I noticed that her eyes are looking more and more vacant these days. She also seemed more quiet than usual.
We had another newcomer to our family table, my mother's best friend.
I've heard about Paula for a long time but this was the first time I'd had the chance to spend any time with her. A delightful woman, originally from Montreal. One of her jobs is taking care of dogs. I shoulda brought Sheila!
Dinner was delicious (of course--my mother is a terrific cook), and after dinner Walt's sister, brother and I cleaned up the kitchen. We all had the chance to talk with Jeri and with Tom, both of whom called during the course of the evening to report on their respective Thanksgivings.
But we called it a sort of early night. I think Walt would have preferred to spend another night at my mother's instead of making the drive home, but now we have a dog who can't be left alone for two days and I hadn't made arrangements for anybody to feed her tonight, so we came on home.
Now we're looking at the end of November and that means I only have 4 days to finish my novel for NaNoWriMo....and I have to review A Christmas Carol tomorrow. It's going to be a busy writing weekend, I suspect!
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