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Thanksgiving in Hudson

Katie's parents were kind enough to invite my immediate family over to their house in Hudson for Thanksgiving dinner this year. We had a lovely dinner for ten: Tom, June, and Laura from Katie's immediate family plus Ila Kay, her cousin once removed; Cherie, Missy, Tina, and Jeremiah from my immediate family. Katie's family (mostly June) made a turkey, turkey gravy, two kinds of stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, rosted cauliflower, cranberry sauce, and two relish trays. Katie made a green salad. My sisters brought rolls. Jeremiah was asked to bring sparkling cider but went shopping too late to get into a grocery store and brought sparkling wine instead. Mom enjoyed that. Meanwhile, I just showed up and ate. That's my favorite.

Sadly, I forgot to bring my camera. I often have plans to bring it along but then fail to follow through. (I find I forget things more often the older and more decrepit I become.) I was inspired at one point to take out my cell phone camera, though. It was when we were out on a post-turkey walk with the unstated goal of working up an appetite for leftover turkey. Our destination was a small city park where we intended to play a little kickball. We started with a jaunt on the swings at the near side of the park. As we approached the swingset, someone noticed a massive black bug sitting on one of the rails. As the rest of us were standing around awed and frightened by its imposing size and hostile demeanor, Laura walked up to it, picked it up, and put it on her face. It turned out to be a fake mustache that some kid had probably gotten bored with and deposited on the swingset. Laura wore it around for a while:

So for this Thanksgiving, that sacred holiday dedicated to spending time with family and loved ones, I took just one picture, and it featured my sister-in-law on a playground swing wearing a fake mustache. Go figure.

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