I am thankful, just brimming over thankful. My daughter Fiona is in the living room watching TV and has been home since 1:30. I went up to her new home to pick her up. She had her second visit there and it is so great to shoot 15 minutes up the highway, get her and bring her back home. Lissa came with me too, wanting to see where big sis was going to be living in the near future.
Fiona has a new cell phone and Rob has been helping her program it. We made pecan pie together, played games. One of her friends called her. It just felt . . . normal. She sat in the kitchen and kept me company as I put supper together, chatting while I sauteed up the squash mushrooms and onions. Talking about spices and a dish she created on her own that she wants to share some time when she comes out.
It has been a busy day. Hosting our large family is definately a big job. It means reconfiguring our house to fit everyone in. I am not wedded to a "perfect" looking Thanksgiving gathering, but I do feel that some sort of specialness has to be there. It is the natural foil to the joy of family coming together. And it is a time for sharing family stories. How our flatware came from Thailand and why. Where K and I bought our china set. The depression era glassware that we use for beverages is a legacy from my grandparents. . . All are part of the threads of connection, the warp and weft of our family weavings.
My only regret is that my mom and her companion can not be with us for health reasons. Her companion G had his pacemaker battery replaced and has now caught a cold that Mom had. She had thrown hers off, G is needing a bit more rest to do so. A bevy of people and the chaos of the day are not going to be restful so they are staying in Maine. However Mom is driving down on Friday for a short visit. We plan to send her back with a "portable Thanksgiving basket" as I want them to enjoy the food in the tranquility of their apartment.