Today Sheila and I went to her sister’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. My FIL and BIL were there as were my SIL’s in-laws. A nice group of people. We watched football and chatted.
It was a traditional meal. The four people doing all the cooking did a wonderful job. I wasn’t a cook but I did clean my kitchen when Sheila was done baking.
The bird was tender and juicy. Pies tasty. Potatoes perfect. And much more.
Sheila is staying out there overnight so she can play in an annual cribbage tournament with her bother. Jack is working. He’s not sad because holiday pay is double time. Matt is in New Hampshire with a friend.
I came home to three dogs who acted like they’d been abandoned for weeks. (Fact: It was nearly two hours from the time Jack left and I got back.) They got some treats and are now playing tug of war with a stuffed animal. I think they’ll be okay.
I’ve donned pajamas, poured a coffee stout and tuned in to Netflix. Yes, I’ve much to be thankful for.