Setting the table for my mom...bringing out the olive and celery plates...which are now mine and my sister's.
My mom would put Libby's black olives and crispy ice cold celery on hers...I am using more exotic artisanal olives, cheeses and salume...but it's still the same feeling.
I woke up early this morning and came downstairs quietly...I thought I was alone but Roxie and Lucy were right behind me. From the family room sofa I could see the pond and hear the ducks and geese. I sipped my steamy mug of coffee and thought about the times when packing up to go home was so inconvenient. I would make a million excuses in my head about why we should just stay put...but once we got there...and saw the sweet faces of my mom and dad...who were so happy to have their "Patty" home...now I am so thankful that we did. All my parents ever wanted to do was to be with us...kids, cats, dogs, birds...they took it all in and loved every minute.
That's enough retrospective for me...I need pie! Den and I decided we would eat pie for breakfast...not the pumpkin one but the apple crispy one! Yum!
Reading this...while watching the parade...
Happy Thanksgiving to all of my friends and family!
Happy Reading, too!