Monthly Archives: November 2012

It’s the night before Thanksgiving, and we’re getting ready for our travels tomorrow.

Like always, we’ll be up at dawn, to get through the gauntlet known as the Mass Pike before the traffic gets impossible and to arrive at my parent’s house early enough that Wiley and Hannah can go watch the road race through town (this will be its 76th year!).  While they’re off doing that, Mom and I will finish up any work that needs doing in the kitchen.

Like always, there will be turkey and meat stuffing and mashed potatoes and turnips (*shudder*) and both kinds of cranberry sauce, and if we’re really lucky, my Uncle Ronn will have bought homemade bread.

Like always, my family will be loud and opinionated (although we all know better than to bring up the election), and we will laugh more than we argue.  My Uncle Dave will be irreverent, my mother will be grumpy, my brother will be sarcastic and my cousin will be brash, in all the best ways of the word.  My dad will preside over all of it, satisfied that this, the coming together of his family, is exactly what it is all about.

And it will be exactly perfectly right.  I can’t wait.

It’s the night before Thanksgiving, and we’re getting ready for our travels tomorrow.

Like always, we’ll be up at dawn, to get through the gauntlet known as the Mass Pike before the traffic gets impossible and to arrive at my parent’s house early enough that Wiley and Hannah can go watch the road race through town (this will be its 76th year!).  While they’re off doing that, Mom and I will finish up any work that needs doing in the kitchen.

Like always, there will be turkey and meat stuffing and mashed potatoes and turnips (*shudder*) and both kinds of cranberry sauce, and if we’re really lucky, my Uncle Ronn will have bought homemade bread.

Like always, my family will be loud and opinionated (although we all know better than to bring up the election), and we will laugh more than we argue.  My Uncle Dave will be irreverent, my mother will be grumpy, my brother will be sarcastic and my cousin will be brash, in all the best ways of the word.  My dad will preside over all of it, satisfied that this, the coming together of his family, is exactly what it is all about.

And it will be exactly perfectly right.  I can’t wait.