The book came out again this year. And we passed it around and read it out loud. Abigail was thankful for oatmeal and candy. Caroline was thankful that she has a birthday buddy in Gi-Gi, and they will celebrate their 10th and 100th birthdays in a couple days. And Katie laughed at her twelve year old self testifyin’! Thanksgiving in our family is a big deal . . . we are that family who just keeps adding traditions- we do it one year, somebody likes it, and it’s in the Thanksgiving canon. Pie day, bingo for prizes, chocolate turkeys, the thankful book, family portraits, football games, music recital, Christmas decorations. In our family, it’s a a five day party . . . no time for Black Friday deals . . . and I’m tired at the end of it, but it’s the marrow of life for me.
Starting Tuesday . . . Pie Day preparations. This is a tradition borrowed from our friends, the Husos . . . . Breakfast, lunch and dinner the day before Thanksgiving we eat nothing but pie. And we play football ALL DAY LONG. This year we rolled with four families, five hours of two-hand touch, thirteen pies, twenty-one kids and scores of nerf darts. And the kids each made their favorite pie.
Kristiana made a kickin’ peaches and cream pie for her contribution.
Thanksgiving proper, we invited some of Carl’s college students to spend the day with us. Partha, an aspiring film maker from Nepal, serenaded us on acoustic guitar after dinner. . . Guns and Roses. Nathan Best, Carl’s right hand techie for going on five years, mentioned in passing that he played clarinet back in Trinidad as a boy. Well . . . I just happened to have my clarinet handy, and hooked him up with some Rimsky-Korsakov. Sweet! And we ended our evening with Carl’s songbird actress/ dramaturg, Deb Jennys, singing “My Only Hope.” Just the way I like it . . . new people, lots of noise, and tons of laughter.
Partha channelling Axl Rose.
Michael scored on the turkey leg. And he put a hurtin’ on that plate.
And Lily held Nathan captive with her very own “thankful book.”
On Friday we met with the Shilling clan to continue the partying.
The annual cousin-fest.
My Mom’s semi-annual piano students’ recital.
Juliana, Kristiana, and Luke. One of three sets of cousin triplets, born within six weeks of each other, and soon to be teenagers!!
My very own peeps. The Freundel ten, who are the love and the joy of my days. My perfectly imperfect family.