The house is full with my wife, son, in-laws and creatures. It is packed to the gills. I was not in the mood for entertaining tonight but sometimes you don’t get what you want. I had no reason to fret, though. Little Harry is holed up in his bedroom on the phone chatting up a girl. The School Girl and her mother, Oma, are tucked into the kitchen talking and cooking. Ivan TT, my father-in-law, is cutting logs on the sofa as the cats and dogs catch Zs with him.
I am trying to finish my book over the din of conversations and snores with the foods of tomorrow’s feast permeating my nostrils. Initially I was a bit perturbed over the fact that we are all separated. For some reason I am grinning sheepishly, content, as this feels like family, like home, like Thanksgiving.
It really doesn’t get much better than this…
