The dishwasher is dish washing and Roommate has retired to the living room following the siren song of the NFL on CBS and I... I am just way too full. Full and sorry it's over so quickly.
For me, half the joy of the day was in the baking and turkey-making, but I was sad that the dinner itself lasted but a few moments and then, it was clean up time.
And time to call the family. Mom was a bit sniffly over missing her kids (v. normal) and was pleased as could be that my turkey was such a success. But calling my father was painful beyond words when the topic turned to my mother. He is still convinced the divorce was a fluke.
Dad: She's not happy.
H: No, Daddy, she's not.
Dad: She'll realize that it was a mistake.
Oh, wow. No, Dad, she won't.
I didn't know quite what to say, so I umm-hmmmed for a while and then said good night and Happy Thanksgiving. A bitter-sweet day, I suppose. And there is still apple pie left. Might have to go indulge in a little more of the sweet just to wrap things up nicely.
Posted by This Fish at November 27, 2003 09:00 PM