This is absolutely my favorite holiday. For tomorrow, I am making mashed potatoes with sour cream and horseradish, as well as a yam casserole (for the first time!)
The reason I love this holiday the most is because it is always joyous with my family. As the years have gone by, it has been less and less contentious and the girls don’t fight over toys like they do at Christmas. We almost always have the same food and do the same things — play dominoes and spades. It reminds me of the happy Thanksgivings I spent out in West Texas with my grandparents.
The first Thanksgiving after I bought the house, I invited my students over. It’s the only time I missed my family’s celebration. I had my family’s support though. They lent me tables and chairs. I planned for days and it went well. It’s one of the very good memories I have of the house and Buddy and Gretchen — my old now long dead pups.
I can’t do anything like that now. The pups are not able to get along and none of them like change.
Anyway, I will always remember Buddy stealing a drumstick and then later lying in front of the door — too stuffed to move.
I read today that someone — Jason — who used to comment here — thinks I’m brainwashed. His blog is now a registered user only blog. I suspect that he had to do it because of females, but I could be wrong. At any rate, I hope he has a happy Thanksgiving as well.