Thanksgiving Day in My Daughter's Home
It’s Thanksgiving Day at my daughter’s home in the U.S.A. I have to admit that it doesn’t feel any different from any other time we visit her home. No matter the time of year, we celebrate getting together with turkey and all the trimmings. The same happens every time they come to our house on the Prairies. It is just this way for us. We appreciate the opportunities that present themselves. Family is the most precious gift there is.
The day began with coffee before shifting to a new activity, the idea of the youngest grandson in the house, a collaborative writing affair. He wanted us to write a story with each person writing a paragraph based on whatever had been written before it. Soon we had five laptops logged in to One Drive to work on a Word On-line document. The experiment was a success that got celebrated by going outside to play some football (until my back got sore) followed by soccer. Now, there is NFL on the TV occupying the attention of the boys while I try to recuperate from the high levels of adrenalin. Life is good.
Yes, turkey is on the agenda for the evening meal. After all, it is Thanksgiving Day.