Well...

Well no, Thanksgiving didn’t quite go the way it was intended. I was invited to a friend’s house to partake and it would have been fabulous because her cooking is to die for. However, late last night, she called in a total panic. Her itty bitty dog was having a grand mal seizure and it had been going on for some time. And panic doesn’t even begin to do her condition justice. Off we went to the emergency animal hospital. Nothing is any clearer now than it was then, except that the pup is resting comfortably for the moment. Still in for observation and the Mom is walking around in her own world of fear and agony. I surely can relate to that, having gone through it in the not too distant past. Who exactly cares about turkey under the circumstances? She and her kids are up at the hospital and I’m here feeling rather grateful that everyone in my house is hale and hearty.

So I figured we’d celebrate that fact by clearing out the freezer and cooking up some holiday goodies. The troops are excited. The house smells fabulous. Terry is beside herself because I told her that she’s getting a plate full. When it comes to food, she understands English.

I’ll have some plates for the itty bitty pup’s family when they feel like eating. We’ll keep our fingers crossed that the news will be cheerful enough that they’ll feel like eating something. Yeah, I’m worried for them and for the pup. She’s the one I babysit for when her family travels and I love her to pieces.

I do hope that everyone else’s Thanksgiving is a little less exciting, more home and hearth centered. Wishing you great conversations and good memories. And please drive carefully!