Pictures, not in order, of our very tiny Thanksgiving.
The meal was delicious, and Thanksgiving is a challenge, so many individual food items, all hoping to get on the table at the right temperature, but we did it.
People were patient and kind, ate their food, didn't complain.
The pie on the left is one from the milkman that I baked, and it was good, but I think I overbaked it. The crust suggests this. The other is a handmade French Silk pie Dan made and brought over yesterday.
It was divine.
We watched tv, took naps, had a most relaxing afternoon, although we missed the energy and the racket. Nobody busted out any Power Ranger costumes, no tiger suit, none of that.
Julia's buddy came over, we ate leftovers. She's sweet.
I talked to Little Jay on the phone for a while, talked to John and Heidi, texted Maria and Dan, all my people. So strange not to be together today. It's okay. It's FINE.
And at the end of the night? These two:
Happy Thanksgiving.
Love, Val, aka MOM, aka Grandma
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