Dateline Van Merc Hill: I’m posting from the couch at Emily’s house, sitting with her daughter Maggie, watching the Macy’s Day Parade. Yes, I used the abridged commercial name for the parade. Deal with it. The only part I paid attention to was Hadestown. I pointed out Liam to the girls, there are four of them, and said, “I know him!” I still get excited seeing people I know on TV.
As foodcentric as I usually am, Thanksgiving is about my friends, not the food. Mainly because I don’t like turkey or cranberry sauce. If there were traditional Thanksgiving poutine, I’d be all about the food.
Yesterday Emily had to work so I was home alone with the kids. I love hanging out with kids. Turns out I’m the easy parent. “Can I have ice cream?” “Sure.” It was 11:30 in the morning.
In the early evening Kathy came by. She doesn’t even live that close, she’s in Marblehead northeast of Boston and I’m in Southborough which is pretty much due west. I’m tempted to say southwest, but it’s not. Maybe west-southwest. I’ve known Kathy for years. We met at Falcon Ridge. We see each other at NERFA, she’s been over here for Second Thanksgiving, but we never have one-on-one time. That was great. When Emily got home from work Kathy and I went out for pizza. As a New York Pizza Snob, I made sure to have the fried dough pizza which I haven’t been able to get in the City since the place across the street from Rockwood closed. The pizza was scrumptious and the company better. I love eating with friends.
When the kids went to sleep Emily and I had our alone time. We talked until 3 AM knowing full well that we had to get up to prepare for Thanksgiving dinner the next day. By “we” I mean Emily while I try to not get too much in the way. Emily and I have our late-night conversation every year and it reaches far afield. We had one of those great conversational meanders. A discussion of social security number security led to the story of Emily’s wedding dress.
Mel is on her way over here. She’s part of our Falcon Ridge Family. This is going to be a Falcon Ridge Thanksgiving. We’re going to eat informally, like at Falcon Ridge. That’s just the way I like it. Mel is no longer on the way here. She arrived. That’s means this blog is finished.
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