Thanksgiving came the way the rest of this year has come and gone - very fast. And as I've learned to expect, nothing worked out the way I'd planned it. We're still giving thanks here since we haven't finished the turkey, and handsome husband is still home. We'll be getting rid of the kids this evening when they go to a birthday sleep-over, and we're going to be very THANKFUL for that.
Husband and Dad silently clashed over my greenhouse construction, and Dad went back to Sister Thanksgiving eve. I was not amused, and had it not been for my favorite Aunt, Thanksgiving would have been a bleak sort of day indeed. Instead we had a very nice meal with the OTHER part of my family. Children made mud pies, men watched football, and we women sat discussing which children resemble which ancestors.
The rain has come - right on schedule. The greenhouse construction has stopped for the time being, but not before we had the chance to admire our handiwork. I suppose I should be giving thanks for that as well, though I hope we haven't bruised Dad's feelings too badly!
Husband and Dad silently clashed over my greenhouse construction, and Dad went back to Sister Thanksgiving eve. I was not amused, and had it not been for my favorite Aunt, Thanksgiving would have been a bleak sort of day indeed. Instead we had a very nice meal with the OTHER part of my family. Children made mud pies, men watched football, and we women sat discussing which children resemble which ancestors.
The rain has come - right on schedule. The greenhouse construction has stopped for the time being, but not before we had the chance to admire our handiwork. I suppose I should be giving thanks for that as well, though I hope we haven't bruised Dad's feelings too badly!