My dear sweet aunt wrote to me weeks ago when, admittedly, we had no plans for Thanksgiving, to invite us to join the festivities in Manhattan. I wrote back and said that we were unable to attend and expressed the hope that we would all have joyous Thanksgivings. Quietly, I thought that even if Robert and I ate Thanksgiving dinner by ourselves, we'd be content with the peace and quiet.
Four local invitations later, we've had to start saying "thanks, but we can't attend."
On Thursday, we'll journey through the wilds of several towns to celebrate with a collection of friends. Robert and I are relative newcomers to the group but we are now considered "regulars." Our hostess allows us to bring contributions to the meal, though nothing we cook comes up to the high bar that she sets.
On Friday, we'll celebrate Thanksgiving with another set of friends. We may be the only guests without children, though now of course, all the kids are at least of college age. One of the offspring has a Thursday conflict, so his family has graciously moved their celebration to the following day, which means that other families and Robert and I can join in.
On Saturday, we'll go to a contra dance where, through the gifts of music, dance, and acquired family, we'll all have the opportunity to heal from various Thanksgiving traumas, past and present. Saturday night, we'll have a sleepover with a friend and enjoy brunch with him on Sunday.
So it's looking like a very nice weekend to come with lots of good celebrations and good company.
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Sounds like a good Thanksgiving you've lined up. And, isn't it nice to have all those invites - even if you must decline?
We head up to Russian River tomorrow (Wednesday) evening and remain there till Sunday afternoon. Music, books, good food - and quiet.
A peaceful Thanksgiving to you and yours.
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