Today was the first of 3 Thanksgiving dinners, this one in
the small town where my sister lives.
Now, she and her family will be joining us on Thursday, but her
tight-knit community throws quite the little shindig the Sunday prior, and it’s
become a tradition that we go.
It seems like not only the entire town but entire
neighboring ones show up and stand in line for an hour just to get near the
food (which is fabulous). There is a
silent auction, a craft fair, and a bake sale.
I’ve heard many tales about the live auction that goes on in the
evening, as I’ve never witnessed it in person, and how obscene amounts of money
are spent on things like bottles of liquor and bales of hay (yes, really). They set up bounce houses, face painting, and
games for the kids. Mine particularly
like riding the train composed of cut out metal barrels driven by and ATV. They take several trips on that thing.
So we had a wonderful day, and now I’m looped on tryptophan
such that my brain is tapioca. Tomorrow
begins the epic battle between getting the house clean and keeping the truant
(not really – school’s out for the week) children occupied, and I find this
sentence terrifying, to say the least. So, over and out.
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