Bring on the Bird!!
Nov. 23, 2011 8:26 am
Updated: Nov. 25, 2011 9:00 pm
As I sit down with my cup of hot cider made from my new Keurig beverage machine, geriatric dog curled up and snoring at my side - I gaze into my kitchen at my now nice and clean kitchen; baking smells still swirling around and mixing together. Pumpkin
pie, cherry pie, apple pie, and a blackberry cobbler all are cooling. My part in the preparation for the Big Day is done. All I have to do now is hop in the car and arrive at my sister's house; where even more smells will be mingling and wafting from her
I've already started to count my blessings and note all I have to be thankful for. And there's plenty there - whole pages full. Now I'm going to note what I'm HOPEFUL for. I'm hopeful my son will bring home only clean clothes, no big piles of dirty socks
and underwear for me to wash. I realize that hope will be dashed in about an hour when he comes bursting through the door, lugging those bags of dirty clothes. I marvel how a kid can find his way home after being deposited 60 miles from his front door in
a strange town, yet he can't find his way to the laundry room; a place that has never changed his entire life and he has to go past to reach the kitchen.
I'm hopeful that the same dear son as mentioned above will choose a night out at the Mexican restaurant for dinner over ham and scalloped potatoes. I'm pretty sure I can hold that hope high - unless he truly is homesick for home cooking. But.... I suddenly
remember he had a homecooked meal on Sunday when he surprised us with his presence; Mexican may just win out.
I hope that all my friends will have as nice a day as I'm pretty sure I will be having tomorrow. Dinner at my li'l sis's house is sure to be good. Last year we weren't so sure - that was the year the power went out and her turkey had to be carted across town
to a friend's oven to finish cooking. My brother-in-law finished up all the sides on their camping stove set up on the back of his pick-up truck. Even with that stress added into the picture her dinner was perfect, so I'm sure she can handle any mishap thrown
her way. I know the company will be good - it always is. And if it isn't - I've already heard my daughter is bringing the leftover wine from our surprise anniversary party - a couple glasses of wine can make any company seem good!
I think I'll go enjoy another cup of hot cider before I decide what task to tackle next. Happy Thanksgiving to all!