This is going to be one of those Thanksgivings that we all talk about for years to come. Yesterday it started snowing. And it snowed. And it snowed. And it snowed. I had been cooking all day yesterday, and today. Had a 21 pound turkey (our dinosaur descendant) in the fridge that had to be cooked whether my guests reached me or not. But being ever the optimist I went ahead and shoveled, and made great-grandfather’s homemade egg nog, and deviled the eggs while the bird roasted in the oven. And low the clouds parted and there is even some blue sky now. My road guy has showed up to plow the road and my driveway. Hopefully before people have to stomp through 5 inches of snow when they don’t have snow boots. Last night I moved my car out of the garage and parked at the top of my driveway. Unfortunately I have a hill to climb after I leave the garage and I did not want to be snowed in. I hate that feeling of being trapped. I had resigned myself to no company reminding myself of my grandmother’s adage that “you can’t buck the weather”, and my dear friend, Connie Willis’s reminder that if you just tilt things slightly and look at a situation from a new angle you can turn anything into a great story, and something to laugh about. So even if I ended up all alone with a massive feast it was going to be okay.
And then, lo, the snow stopped, the clouds parted and there’s even some blue sky to the west. My friends are on their way and it’s going to be a beautiful and memorable Thanksgiving. I hope all of you are having and equally wonderful day with friends and family.
