We had our first thanksgiving dinner last night. Our middle daughter (and my in-utero grandson) and her husband spent the weekend with us before leaving this morning for his familyβs place in methlahoma. Very nice meal with one oven-baked turkey, one Greenberg smoked turkey, and all the usual dishes. In my family, weβve always had extra people around our thanksgiving table, and this year was no exception, and we had a South African, a Kiwi, a Dutchie, a Venezuelan, and five Texans at the table.
Our son and his wife will be coming Wednesday and weβll have a second full traditional Thanksgiving meal. Iβll smoke that turkey myself. Weβll go do the local Turkey Trot in the morning (one of our non-negotiable family Thanksgiving traditions), and have a nice, relaxed day.
We donβt have any family drama. However, we have a significant amount of disruption around the house. We are renovating two bathrooms, and consequently half of the house is draped off with plastic (including three bedrooms), and the various tradesmen (tile, cabinets, plumbers, electricians) are traipsing in and out. The general contractor is a good friend, and has a small family company composed of him and his two sons. Weβve identified a bunch of drywall and similar cosmetic repairs all around the house that theyβre working on. So at any given time Iβve got about 5 guys in the house, sawing banging, sanding, taping, etc., etc. My office is a glass-walled room in the middle, which means itβs impossible to work. So Iβve retreated down to our guest cabin, which my daughter and SIL vacated this morning.