We left home around 11 and joined the throngs driving somewhere else for Thanksgiving. Jeri sent a couple of videos while we were on the road and Tom sent a picture of Bri, dressed up for Thanksgiving in Pismo Beach. I couldn't see any of them because it was so bright, but could see them when we finally got into a darker place again.
We arrived at my mother's in time for lunch. Peach and Bob were already there with their two dogs, Tess and Sophie.
My mother fixed toasted cheese sandwiches for us, then asked Walt and Bob to open up the heavy table to add a leaf to it, since it's too heavy and she can't do it by herself any more (oh please watch the video!) and then, the cards came out. A game of 65 was on. Peach and Bob's daughter, Karen, had her lucky stone with her...
...but it didn't help. Bob was not at all happy when he accidentally discarded a wild card and discovered he had to be the "boob."
Walt was the perfect host when Ned and Marta arrived.
Karen had brought a mountain of hors d'oeuvres for the 8 of us to share.
Around 5 p.m., Bob carved the turkey
and my mother made the gravy.
The table looked lovely, of course.
We went around the table, each saying what we were grateful for (in addition to having everyone at her table, my mother was grateful for Obama.)
And when dinner was over, there was a bit of time to relax before we had to leave for home.
(Ned and Marta's dog, Bouncer)
All in all, it was a low-key, but very enjoyable Thanksgiving. And Jeri texted to say that she saw my video yesterday about "the perfect pie crust" and made it for their own Thanksgiving pies. She said she thought it was maybe the first recipe Mom had passed along. I felt good about that!
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