Well, another Thanksgiving is history. My Sis and I totally nailed it. We made lots of wonderful food, had my parents over to Sis’s place (trailer). My poor Mom (83) is so feeble now she can hardly walk but her mind is still pretty much in order.
We made lots of wonderful food which Mom and Dad ate up eagerly. Sis tried something different besides the turkey. Duck a l’orange. My Dad LOVED the orange sauce, he wants to put in on everything. And they loved everything we cooked. My Mom is very feeble without much appetite, she said “I can’t remember when I ate a whole plate of food like this and liked it”. Then we played dominoes, which they love to do. And hugged and kissed. I am a little misty just thinking about it. Neither one of my parents are long for this world and I love them.
No politics around the dinner table at all. UNTIL, someone brought up Paula Deen. And then my Mom said “come on, haven’t every one of you used the N-word at one time or another?” It’s kind of interesting that even she didn’t say it. I said no, no, honestly I have never. She looked at me disbelievingly, but she does know that I have never. I think she kind of was thinking back to my childhood when we would argue about racial things and she realizes, no, I never have had the same opinions.
Not expecting any damn medals for that. I know that I am a racist (not intentionally, but you know). I try not to be an asshole.
I miss my Lovely Rosebuddear. RIP. She passed in early October.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
Love, Rose