Turkey Day warm fuzzies
And now, a tale of Thanksgiving warm fuzzies.
Last year, I spent the day with Rachel and her family in Wheelersburg. It was lovely, and the dinner was delicious! I was hoping that I'd be able to do the same again this year, but as the holiday approached, nothing was said. I figured that perhaps since this was Rachel's first year bringing Jim to the family table, he'd be her only guest. I almost asked a few times, but didn't feel comfortable doing so. I'd already told Emily that I'd take care of Gracie while she was away with her family. So I was all set to spend the day home alone. which really isn't a problem for me; Thanksgiving isn't that big a deal to me, it lost a lot of its family-togetherness connotations over the years since I have actually been with family for the holiday perhaps three times in the last fifteen years.
Cut to yesterday, when Rachel emailed me in confusion after I'd mentioned being home with Gracie tomorrow. She'd just been assuming that I was coming to the Burg with her and Jim! I was happy, and so now I'll be spending the day with them.
Last night I called my grandmother, just to chat. I told her about my plans and she said "Oh, I'm so glad you told me!"
Get this: upon learning from my mother that I'd be home alone, my grandmother had decided to drive down and surprise me. She went out and bought everything to make a full Thanksgiving dinner, and had planned to hop in the car and make the eight hour drive today. I was flabbergasted, and very touched.
Now, even she admits that this might not actually have happened. My grandmother is pretty hearty but still getting up there in years (she's 75) and gets tired more easily than she used to, and that drive would have been hard. She said that since I didn't know she was coming, if she got up today and felt too tired, she might not have made the trip. But just the fact that she was planning this was incredibly touching and sweet.
But I won't be alone after all. And I will come bearing the Pretzel Rolo Pecan Snackies, which will make me a hero, because people go NUTS over those things.
Last year, I spent the day with Rachel and her family in Wheelersburg. It was lovely, and the dinner was delicious! I was hoping that I'd be able to do the same again this year, but as the holiday approached, nothing was said. I figured that perhaps since this was Rachel's first year bringing Jim to the family table, he'd be her only guest. I almost asked a few times, but didn't feel comfortable doing so. I'd already told Emily that I'd take care of Gracie while she was away with her family. So I was all set to spend the day home alone. which really isn't a problem for me; Thanksgiving isn't that big a deal to me, it lost a lot of its family-togetherness connotations over the years since I have actually been with family for the holiday perhaps three times in the last fifteen years.
Cut to yesterday, when Rachel emailed me in confusion after I'd mentioned being home with Gracie tomorrow. She'd just been assuming that I was coming to the Burg with her and Jim! I was happy, and so now I'll be spending the day with them.
Last night I called my grandmother, just to chat. I told her about my plans and she said "Oh, I'm so glad you told me!"
Get this: upon learning from my mother that I'd be home alone, my grandmother had decided to drive down and surprise me. She went out and bought everything to make a full Thanksgiving dinner, and had planned to hop in the car and make the eight hour drive today. I was flabbergasted, and very touched.
Now, even she admits that this might not actually have happened. My grandmother is pretty hearty but still getting up there in years (she's 75) and gets tired more easily than she used to, and that drive would have been hard. She said that since I didn't know she was coming, if she got up today and felt too tired, she might not have made the trip. But just the fact that she was planning this was incredibly touching and sweet.
But I won't be alone after all. And I will come bearing the Pretzel Rolo Pecan Snackies, which will make me a hero, because people go NUTS over those things.