These stories usually start out as “I’m thankful for…” Well, I am thankful for…but let’s do this a bit differently.
Last year we decided to start a new, but not-so-new, tradition for Thanksgiving and have the whole family together again for the holiday – kids, parents, pets, cousins, significant others – yep they were all invited. Thankfully, no extra pets showed up, but we did have an uninvited guest of a nasty stomach bug that made the rounds. Pets would probably have been better received.
When children grow up, get married, and have families of their own, they tend to go off in every imaginable direction. I decided it was time to make a change of celebrating together every other year to accommodate extended families, and knowing my house was evidently too small to hold the crew, Jessie and Davey were elected to host the event. It was perfect since Kerri also lived right down the street giving us two places to house everyone.
This year being the ‘other’ year, I realized it would be only H, Andrew, and myself to sit down to that turkey dinner. Let’s face it – we just aren’t that lively a crew when we are a threesome.
H and Andrew usually hunt in the morning – while I cook.
Or…H watches TV and Andrew sleeps – while I cook.
I’m not real fond of being the chief cook and bottle washer, though H always gives me a hand cleaning up afterwards. You know how it is when you cook a big meal with all the trimmings – your appetite leaves as you sit down at the table. All that fuss for so little reward!
So I am so exited and ‘thankful’ to have my sister, Tish and her family coming to celebrate Thanksgiving with us. Help with cooking. Help with cleaning. A much livelier crew, I’m sure! And Andrew will have a cousin to share his Turkey Day with, though I’m sure they’re both over that by now.
I’m also hoping Herbie can fix my cuckoo clock to play music again because we really need another clock going off in this house!