Yesterday
was Thanksgiving. We had told those we
had invited that dinner would be at 4:00.
Except for the turkey, I think everything was ready to eat at 11:00. Well, most everything. Roland had not bothered with the rolls or
peas until after Chris arrived – which was shortly before 3:00.
Chris
is on of Jenna’s friends from school.
The invitation was extended to Chris’ entire family – but Jenna did not
communicate that. Grandma had already
taken the turkey out of the freezer to thaw by the time she got word. And so it was just the four of us.
I
remember having had small Thanksgivings before.
Two years ago we had invited a couple.
And there were only five of us with mom on Thanksgiving Day. We had had our Thanksgiving dinner on a
Saturday when Patrick and Sunny were in town.
There were 18 of us. But on
Thursday it was just my mom, Roland, Jenna, Biff and I. He had known Jeanie at that point, but they
weren’t engaged. There is also one Thanksgiving I remember with just my parents
and sibs making only six.
Chris
eats like a bird. Could have been a self
conscience thing. Or perhaps he was
planning to eat another Thanksgiving dinner with his own family. When I learned they probably wouldn’t be here
(turned out that his mom was sick and wouldn’t have come even if she had
planned on it) I had invited two other couples.
With so little notice that I had given each, I really was not surprised
that neither one of them showed.
Meanwhile
we’ve got tons of leftover food. No
cooking but only reheating for the next several days. Roland thought he would try something
different this year and fixed the turkey the way Gordon Ramsey had
suggested. Needless to say, I was not
impressed – especially with the gravy.
That won’t be the gravy I will be using on the leftovers.
I’m
grateful that Chris could come and play a game with the family. I’m grateful that the “storm” forecast for
the entire nation seemed to be clean and (although cold) inviting. At least that is how it was all across Oregon
and New York. Randy said it was cold
there. They didn’t have snow however. This may have been a good year to come. I don’t know that we’ll ever see New
York. I’m not holding my breath.
Kayla
had sent me a message that they are used to going to St. George for
Thanksgiving, but his mom and dad had gone to California to be with their
youngest daughter. Bill’s older sister
had invited them for Thanksgiving dinner. Meanwhile they had invited the mother
of Bill’s late wife who had recently lost her husband. She had cancelled at the last minute and they
managed to invite themselves back to his sisters.
I
wish we could have spent Thanksgiving with my sister and her family. In the past we have depended on Bill to eat
up the leftovers. I suppose we’ll have
to box everything up and send it to him.
LOL. It is probably cold enough that
it would keep.
I
hope that whenever and however you celebrate Thanksgiving
that you make it a good one. I hope that
you always have a grateful with each day.
