It was a lovely time.
Ten people seated at our dining room table, and the best behaved creature was Tommy the Cat, who chose to sleep on a chair rather than follow Jeebers to the basement following banishment for trying to mount the food serving table in the kitchen.
I didn’t have to lift a finger. MomG outdid herself yet again and cooked most of our meal from scratch over the past two and a half days. We are letting the turkey sink to our toes before attempting dessert, two pumpkin pies and an apple pie.
It’s stunning to think that this time next year, there will be a 9-month-old girl in a high chair joining us at the feast on this most favoured of days.
And then, puncturing the air of civility:
I don’t wanna see your ass-crack!
Happy Thanksgiving, and God bless us, every one.