Good Morning, God!
Ah, our Christmas Dinner was a success! Daughter Suz created a fresh spinach and leek casserole with gruyere cheese and cream and butter. Marvelous! And when I announced that she had worked for hours and hours and hours on it. She said, “Oh, no. Just hours and hours.”
Kit went to pick up my brother and his wife, Dave and Barba (correct spelling), freshly arrived from California, while I wrestled with the not-quite-thawed turkey. Just as I was getting a good grip on the ice-cold neck my phone rang. It was my mother calling to say she was sick, dizzy and maybe dying — and needed me.
I yelled, “I’ll be there just as soon as the turkey is in the oven! When I arrived she was just fine. My family does have a strong dramatic streak, God. Thankfully, I am aware of that and mostly I handle it pretty well. In fact I, too, can play Drama Queen.
After getting my mom settled, with lunch and a game, I returned home and by 5:00 all of us, and the food and the house, were ready for company. Kit drove over to pick up our guests and the dinner began. Dave and Barba were in great form and my mom looked great and we ALL talked and talked and talked. My mom outdid herself in eating — which made me very happy.
Families — at their best — are the best of joys. In my family I am the oldest child — the one that has to be forgiven. So, I give my brother a lot of credit for our being a loving family. I’m thankful, albeit exhausted.
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