Oh, sparky, I'm so sorry.

Today I worked half the day, picked up the turkey, dropped it at my sister's house, picked apples from her tree, ate lunch, took a nap, walked the dog, made a pie, had a friend over, binged 8 episodes of S1 of The Good Place (it holds up), made a second pie, pre-made some gravy for tomorrow, ate half a pizza, drank half a bottled of wine, saw the friend off, cleaned the kitchen.

I probably shouldn't have had so much wine, because I'm going running with my niece in the morning. Argh.

Tomorrow I have to: feed the dog, run with my niece, make stuffing, stuff the turkey, get the turkey into the oven, take a shower, help get the house ready, then relax until the turkey comes out because I've done all my bits of the meal. Easy-peasy.

I hope all the Buffistas have a lovely Thanksgiving if you celebrate.

My plan is to delegate the cooking to Dixie Cafe tomorrow. They have excellent turkey & dressing.

Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it!

I'm hosting two people today, so I'm doing Cornish hens instead of turkey. Fewer leftovers (but enough to make sandwiches tomorrow) and everyone gets a miniature drumstick. The birds thawed overnight and I cleaned the apartment yesterday afternoon. Today I'll assemble and bake two tarts (apple and pumpkin), and cook the birds, sweet potatoes, dressing, asparagus, and gravy, and make a Waldorf salad. One person is bringing cranberry sauce, rolls, and wine. The other is probably bringing mashed potatoes and wine.

I'm patting myself on the back for having the foresight to make sure my boys could cook!

Good call!

I am mad that I am now sick, not just for the holiday, but for a long weekend off work! Boo.

{{Jesse}} That sucks. May it pass quickly.

My BIL is staying home due to tooth awfulness, but otherwise all are coming. I've organized my to do list sequentially. Took drugs for my back and am watching the parade until they kick in. Savannah's gloves are nice.

Gratitude in abundance for Buffistas.

I wonder if my mild dislike of Thanksgiving is in part because my father died the Sunday before it in 1969? I've never connected that before....

No doubt, Theodosia. My mom didn't celebrate until after her kids went to school because her gram that raised her died on Thanksgiving. Part of my reasoning for not commemorating death anniversaries.

The kids have arrived to help cook. I better shower!

I LOVE YOU ALL AND THIS PLACE!

4&1/2 house and the street, 2 hrs and 3 huge bags of leaves. Need to eat something & shower & get dressed. And get gas.

Theo, I wouldn't be surprised. Years ago we were having a huge Thanksgiving with my mom's side of the family, 20+ people. This was our normal annual gathering. My aunt and uncle had divorce years before that, but he always joined for a time before heading back to his new wife and her family.

Well, we had dinner, I had given him a new set of Santa Claus business cards (he absolutely looked like Santa all year around). He left our celebration, got to his wife's, and basically keeled over with a heart attack and died later that day. That was our last big celebration. Partially because the family started moving in different directions but also it was emotionally too difficult.

All that being said, now it is a time to remember him and how much he loved his family and love delighting kids who asked if he was Santa.