I had already made exciting plans to prepare Michele a home-cooked meal of microwaved turkey pot pies with peas, accompanied by Uncle Ben’s rice pilaf. Of course, I had to decline this generous offer. Then the day before Thanksgiving, we received an invitation from two friends whom I will call “Dave” and “Susan” (out of respect for Terry’s and Sharon’s privacy), to join them dining out for Thanksgiving. We will cherish their texts from Florida. Where were our daughters? I guess, being adults and having their own incomes inspired them to make other plans.
But for the first time in our 31 years of marriage, we’d be quietly celebrating alone, just the two of us – and our cats. Not even close.Įvery year for as far back as I can remember, we’ve had company for Thanksgiving. But this year, our Thanksgiving was nothing like this scene. Ah, a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, where the wife does all the work and the husband just carves the bird, then watches football.
