Thanksgiving is at our house this year.
I can’t tell you how different this feels. I’m of the camp that says “we’ll just let things fall as they may,” while Kerrie is on the more realistic side of “start preparing early, because we don’t want to be stressed on Thursday.”
This is all new to me. I’ve never really helped prepare for my own Thanksgiving before. I’ve moved between three different places on Thanksgiving day for the last four or five years, meaning all I had to do was show up, sit down, eat, watch football, and leave. I’ve never had to clean the house, or prepare eighteen dishes of various foods, or make a plan to entertain ten people, because I’ve never had Thanksgiving hit home – literally, our home.
Now, I find, we’re busy with the usual preparations that we wouldn’t otherwise worry about on any other day. Sure, we’ve had dinners at our house before, but never with parents and grandparents – well, not with ten people that are parents and grandparents, at least.
All in all, however, it should be fun. It’s our way of saying “we’re in town, we’re adults, and we’re going to quit going to three different houses on Thanksgiving.” Thanksgiving is about relaxing with family, not shuttling around, eating dinner three times, and settling down at 7 pm with a stomach ache and aching feet.
To everyone: Happy Thanksgiving from Black Marks on Wood Pulp.