This year Thanksgiving was more special to me simply because I am still here to have enjoyed the day. Our friend, Polly, who I have written about before, came to visit. Now I don’t know if you remember, but Polly is a special agent, and because of the nature of her job, I can not use her real name or her picture on my blog. But I have to say, she is also a special friend. When I was in the hospital, she happened to be in Arizona for her nephew’s graduation. She drive from Tuscon to Flagstaff to sit with Fabgrandpa the day after I had my surgery.
She brought her new boyfriend with her. He is a very nice guy, and Fabgrandpa and I both really liked him. Fabgrandpa and “Joe” helped each other watch TV while Polly helped me cook dinner.
We made too much food, of course, but that seems to be par for the course for holiday cooking. There was a pumpkin pie, pecan pie, cornbread dressing, giblet gravy, squash casserole, butter peas, creamed corn, homemade cranberry sauce, sweet potato casserole, and a big fat roasted hen. We also made a pitcher of sweet tea for Joe.
I loved having company, especially company that cooks and cleans up the kitchen. We went for a drive around our county in the afternoon, and just talked and laughed a lot. All too soon it was time for them to leave. It was sad to see them go, but just knowing they are just a few hundred miles away means we will get to see them again in a couple of months.
About an hour after “Polly and Joe” left, my youngest daughter, Emily, came over to visit with me for the afternoon. It was the first time we have seen each other since Fabgrandpa and I got back home. She is 27 weeks pregnant. She has placenta previa, so the doctor has moved the date for C-section up to mid-January, which means little Parker will arrive about a month early. We are hoping there won’t be any further complications.
What did you do for the holiday? Did you have company? Are you still eating leftovers?