First things first: Happy Thanksgiving! I'm guessing many of you are too busy to be messing around today on the computer. Not me.
My family is having our turkey tomorrow (Friday), due to conflicts with my daughter. She has a mother and mother-in-law to contend and compete with on this day. So we'll take a back seat and delay our celebration one day.
I can wait. Back when I was teaching, the cafeteria ladies would prepare a Thanksgiving meal for students and teachers one week prior to T-giving. I would bring my lunch sack with a peanut butter sandwich. I couldn't stand the idea of "ruining" the anticipation of turkey day. It was anathematic to my way of thinking. The same reasoning applies to other holidays or birthdays. One doesn't celebrate a week early.
As part of my contribution to the meal, I made persimmon pudding yesterday. Oh, the temptation to taste it! Tomorrow morning, I'll make up a corn dish. I'm undecided on which recipe to use. Kitchentale's sounds delicious, but so does one from a cookbook. We're eating at my sister's--the twin that lives in a duplex. The turkey comes from my daughter and SIL, the organic farmers. They got it in a food trade-off. Organic turkeys are VERY expensive!
We are also moving my father into his new house, tomorrow. It was just a year ago he moved into his current house, soon to be occupied solely by my other sister (she and Dad have lived--and fought--together for several months. That's why he's moving out!). He seems pretty happy about a new chapter in his aged life. Perhaps he and Barb will start talking to one another again. Hmmm.
In the mean time, back to me. If you must know, yes, I went to the library yesterday. Yes, I saw and spoke to Anna. I asked her about her Thanksgiving plans and made other small talk. I sympathized with her missing her deceased husband. I had the opportunity to ask her out to dinner some time. But, I chickened out. I just couldn't make myself to ask her. I left disgusted and mad (at myself). Go ahead, make some chicken calls--buck buck. Next time.