Friday, November 26, 2010

Thanksgiving, 2010.

At the risk of posting more than once about this Thanksgiving, and on boring you to tears with my exhausting tale of travels and fun in multiple hemispheres with two disgustingly photogenic children who are a part of my life due to my sister and brother in law, I wish to report that Thanksgiving dinner, with its stuffings (we make two) a turkey deemed "Fred" by my not-squeamish niece who will certainly not follow in my non-meating eating footsteps, cranberry sauce, roasted brussel sprouts and many other tasty dishes, was a small, but smashing success.

We are, for the first time in many years, alone. Our friends of the family, practically family themselves, are in NY, and we are in California. The best friend of a deceased aunt that stands in almost as an aunt herself, though is actually closer to a friend, is also not here, spending the holiday with friends in NY. My grandfather, who always insisted that there be quantities and varieties of cheese too great to eat or name, is long deceased.

We're sad, but happy. Sad for what we've lost, a commmunity, a house full of chaos and fruit salads and contributions-a-million, cello concerts by kids almost old enough to feel self-conscious (10, in case you were wondering). But we're happy. We're so lucky to have each other, the means to pull this all together and a three year old with a vocabulary to make you burst out loud laughing when all you want to do is make him

And now we have this year's version of pecan pie, for a once-a-year treat that you pretty much wouldn't want to eat more often than that. And a sister laying in bed willing her antibiotics to kick in. She'd like to note that she's thankful for doctor's offices open on Thanksgiving.

I wouldn't trade today for anything. Next year in San Francisco. But we'll skip the sinus infection in 2011.


Ely's Mom said...

Glad you're having a great time, friend. I've been thinking about you lots lately. Can't wait for you to get home safely and maybe get soem face time (if I play my cards right ;))

planetnomad said...

Happy Thanksgiving! I vote for no sinus infections too. And non-squeamish children are fun--so realistic about things. One year in Mauritania we had Sparky the Christmas lamb, but that was rough for me. I eat meat but I don't like feeding it ahead of time. I'm more squeamish, I guess. Ilsa watched a goat get slaughtered once, when she was about 5, and announced, "I never want to be a goat!" But I do feel it's good for kids to realize where their food actually comes from.

Maeskizzle said...

That's a really sweet post. Yeah I guess Thanksgiving is still pretty cool :)

Nimble said...

"Next year in San Francisco" it makes a nice alternative to "Jerusalem"! What SF fiefdom will you be visiting? The city's neighborhoods are so different.