Snow kisses my backyard in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood as we stir on this Thanksgiving morn.
It covers the ground and the shed, and hangs on the boughs of those towering pines in the neighbor’s house behind.
Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle welcomes the sight and the feel of it. She’s ready for an exciting and full holiday.
My dear wife Karen and I have told her that we’ll be joined for a big and thankful meal by the grown kids, Daryl and Elisabeth and her terrific fellow George. They’ve got to drive just a bit, 30 or so miles for Daryl and 50 for Elisabeth to collect George at his folks and double back, and the roads here in Central New York, they tend to get hilly and twisty. And so this dad will say, as so many of you will across these United States of America this morning, drive safely on your way.
Yes, all who still need to cover those last handful of miles to eat and appreciate and lay thanks for the company and graces of friends and family on this special day, please take care in the travel.
Happy Thanksgiving to all.
I hope something like the feast above awaits you. The good folks at Wegmans rolled up their sleeves and whipped up a big package of fresh, and Karen and I picked it up last night. Turkey, still needing more time in the oven. Mashed pototoes and stuffing, greenbeen casserole and sweet potatoes, oh, my. Gravy. Cranberry sauce. Karen still has to complete the cooking with her important role today. We went this route last year, and it saved a bundle of time and worry. I’m all for that.
I still have a few minutes to hit publish, and then it’s time to put on the flat screen for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. Yes, we’ll watch some football later, too. Oh, happy day of traditions.
Who will you be sharing your Thanksgiving Day with today, and is it the usual gang or a new crowd? What is the planned menu, and who is doing the cooking? What’s your favorite Thanksgiving ever, and why?