Pumpkin pies, cranberry sauce, turkey, ham, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, pickles … Pickles! My daughter, Leigh, teases me every year because we have every pickle represented: sweet, dill, bread & butter, gerkins, kosher, you name it, I’ll have them on the table.
This year, my sweet daughter-in-law, Camber, and my son, Matthew, are having the dinner at their brand new, newly built home in Pearland. I have offered to prepare whatever, to bring this or that, to help in any way I can, and I hear from her (is it de ja vu?), “No, I plan to do it all myself, but thank you, just come and be happy.” I remember, “back in the day,” when I would have the whole cotton pickin’ family to our house, and Yes, I would do it all myself. These days, I move a little slower, if I were to do it all myself now, I think I would have had to start a week ago.
I suppose it was 5 years ago, Before Ike, we had the whole gang here at the beach house, I was already moving slower … That’s really not accurate. I move just as fast, I just get side tracked. I may start out mashing the potatoes and remember there’s a load of laundry that needs to be put in the dryer, then I may go off and put clean sheets on the bed, then I may go take Ruby out, you know what I mean? Anyway, I’d come back to the potatoes and my dear Sis-in-Law, Annie would have gone ahead and mashed and buttered them and be off on some other project, like the stuffing or setting the table. This was the year that I completely forgot to put out cranberry sauce, and Matthew always seems to bring that up.
I love my family and I can’t wait to go to Pearland for some BIG family fun and play many games of Moon or sit out by the brand new pool and watch everybody freeze, I mean enjoy themselves!
Happy Thanksgiving Ya’ll!
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