Happy Thanksgiving 2018, my fellow Americans! Yes, yes, we know this is a day where we’re supposed to join our families in eating turkey by the plateful, watch starlets lip sync down a New York boulevard, veg out in slumber post-dinner while watching grown men in helmets hit each other into oblivion on only 3 days’ rest… and try to think of what they’re thankful for. Oh, and start thinking about what gifts to give their loved ones come Christmastime.
While I will likely hate-watch the Macy’s Day Parade (whoops, I did it again), definitely watch some football, and put thoughts on holiday shopping on the back burner, I won’t be with my family on this Thanksgiving. Not that I don’t want to; it’s just that our family has already had our Thanksgiving to-do the first Saturday of this month. Just as she did last year on the actual holiday, our mom wanted to host Thanksgiving again at her senior living apartment building. However, the only spot in said apartment building big enough for all of us — the meeting room — was already booked this day, as well as the Saturdays before and after it. The earliest she could host us was back on November 4. And so, that’s when we all got together: My mom; my stepfather; my sisters and their families; and I, who was assigned (again) to bring pumpkin & apple pies and Cool Whip (the low-fat version, my decision).