Tomorrow is the day of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Which means that I always listen to this song right here:

Thanksgiving Day Parade – Dan Bern

And I lose my ability to meaningfully say stuff like “No Christmas music until after Thanksgiving!”

Because, arguably, Thanksgiving is over after the meal itself, rather than after midnight that night. So we can’t listen to it as we drive over to my sister’s… but driving home is another matter entirely.

As I said, we’re going over to my sister’s and, traditionally, it’s our job to bring the pies and the wine. (I usually bring a bottle of a quality chardonnay and a bottle of beaujolais nouveau and I’m doing that again this year.) BUT!!!!! We were specifically requested to not bring the pies because the sister is has made her very own pecan pie with a special pecan pie recipe.

As someone who is on a diet and has not yet had a piece of pumpkin pie this year, my response is “nuts to that”. I don’t even *LIKE* pecan pie. So I’m bringing a pumpkin pie. If she doesn’t want a piece, that’s great. If nobody else at the table wants a piece, that’s great. It’s Thanksgiving. There Will Be Pumpkin Pie.

It is the job of the black sheep of the family to act out occasionally. Given that the rules of Thanksgiving are generally similar to the rules on Mindless Diversions (no religion, no politics, etc), there are only so many ways for one to act out in a socially acceptable way. And, hey, it’s Thanksgiving.

(And I just now talked to Mom. Mom confirmed that it’s not that Sis has a new pumpkin allergy or anything equally awful. It’s just that, last week, she was trying out a new recipe and made too many pies and so she’s indulging the “Don’t Make There Be Too Many Desserts!” impulse manifesting in such a way that would result in me not having the pie I want. Again: nuts to that.)

As such, I’m looking forward to a Thanksgiving dinner with pumpkin pie.

So… what’s on your docket?

(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)

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7 thoughts on “Weekend!

  1. And by “we” Jaybird means “me”, as in just him, because *I* have the mother of all what-I-hope-is-less-than-48-hours bugs. Last night I spent 5 hours just lying in the dark wishing I could get comfortable enough to sleep, then 3 hours in bed with Jay and the cats, getting up to be ill every hour or so…. I had a fever of 101 this morning.

    Spent most of today asleep and have been maintaining at a peaceful 99 degrees since noontime.

    at least I’ll have lots of leftovers once I do get better.


  2. I hope you feel well soon, .

    No Thanksgiving here, but we have our housewarming / approximately Fledermaus’s birthday party on Saturday.

    I’m in Calgary now for a conference / seminar thingy. As it is I’m in bed in my hotel room before 9, feeling like I’m fighting something off. Otherwise I’d be on a pre-party tidying frenzy.


  3. We survived Thanksgiving 2016. It was actually the most organized and stress-free meal we have done. As usual though, too much food. I also noticed a few less compliments then usual. Not that I need my ego stroked but I worry that this has become a rinse & repeat affair. Everything is fine, but nothing really blows anyone away. I’m seriously considering shaking things up next year with either a pot luck or abandoning some of the traditional dishes completely.

    As for the weekend, I’m trying to cram in as many chores as possible before my vacation ends. I’ll shut things down on Sunday afternoon so I can spend a few hours of R & R before closing things out. We are going to see Fantastic Beasts tonight, so that should be fun.


  4. Still waiting for the second grandkid to arrive. Daughter says that the baby has dropped quite a bit in the last few days — she described it as “assume the position”.

    I hate doing outside chores at this time of year. The sun is so low in the sky that even at 2:00 it feels like it’s time to knock off for the day.


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