Just a small group, and none of my in-laws [which is sad], so I didn’t drive myself insane cleaning the house and cooking enough for a division [which is good].
The turkey was dry, but, hey, that’s traditional, and the white potatoes came out like rocks, but with squash and sweet potatoes, they weren’t missed. And my very first giblet gray came out fine.
My older sibling tormented me, and I tormented my older sibling’s child, and the spouses got in a few hits, and even the ‘child’ came up with a few pertinent and impertinent asides, and a good time was had by all. [We are so funny when we are being mean. And the happy result is a quick-witted next generation.]
And we played cards, just like we used to do at my parents’, and we didn’t watch any television, and we talked a little about the past, and a lot about the future, and argued about politics and the economy [which is fun, because we pretty much agree on the big picture, but quibble over the details].
The kitchen is a shambles, but the china is clean and the left-overs [only enough for a platoon; quite an improvement] are put away, and I have tomorrow off to finish up.
I missed my in-laws and the other ‘children’ in the family, but it was nice to have plenty of time to spend with the one who was there, and fun to play a little rougher than my in-laws do.
Yeah, I had a nice Thanksgiving.