Another Thanksgiving

My sister Roberta and I take turns hosting the Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. We've done this for years, since way back when her children were very small.

(I just realized this means we've been doing this for at least 35 years.)

This year it was my turn to do Thanksgiving dinner. For some reason, I always think of Thanksgiving dinner as being much more work than Christmas dinner.

That's a silly idea, of course, because both are a lot of work. Instead, it's important to be thankful that we can put on such lavish dinners.

And besides, I had much help from Roberta, her husband Buzz, and their son and his wife, Kevin and Rachel. Roberta brought a carrot side dish, a pumpkin pie, and the wine. Rachel brought cranberry creme brulée tarts and a sweet potato side dish.

The minute Miss V arrived, she settled right down to the coloring "assignment" I gave her. She takes her coloring very seriously. As she colored, she'd say, "Nana, What color do you think I will choose next?" If my sister replied, oh, let's say, "Red," Miss V would say, "Yes! That's right! I'm going to choose the red crayon next!"

Then she'd say, "Aunt Jean, Which color do you think I'm going to choose next?" I'd say, for instance, purple, and she'd exclaim, "Yes! That's right! I'm going to choose the purple crayon next."

She almost had us believing we were psychic, I swear.

My brother-in-law once again agreed to make the gravy. I can roast a turkey like no one's business, but oh, do I hate to make gravy. Buzz has kindly agreed to do this task for years.

Finally the food was ready and the seven of us sat down to eat. Today we have another Thanksgiving dinner under our expanding belts.