It started with a call from Indonesia.
"Dad. 2.3 is in the U.S. with nowhere to go for Thanksgiving. Can he visit you and Mom?"
"Um...Sure."
Hence for the first time in longer than I can remember (which in my late 70's is about 30 minutes), we were committed to having family for Thanksgiving.
There were intense conversations prior to the holiday on what our Grandson might want.
de-I - "So 2.3, what might you like to do while you are here?"
2.3 - "I'm fine with anything."
de-I - "Um thanks for the guidance."
We did determine that 2.3 was quite set upon having a traditional Thanksgiving dinner (so much for the idea of having lasagna). With one exception, he didn't want Turkey. Which was fine with us as we are somewhat ambivalent about Turkey ourselves (the bird, not the country. We love Turkey, the country.)
2.3 didn't arrive from Cincinnati until around midnight on Wednesday. That meant I did the majority of the food prep. He is actually a big help normally and I adjusted the schedule so there were some things for him to do. Well, in reality, I was still really getting tired very quickly so was glad to adjust things so I didn't kill myself.
The Thanksgiving dinner itself was not one my tour de force. A lot of things didn't turn out. We had Chicken as the primary meat. I used a recipe I've done for decades but not any time recently. Instead of just following the recipe, I put in a food thermometer. It showed it being done a hour earlier than I would have thought. So I panicked and took it out of the oven. Mistake. It wasn't close to being cooked. This caused all kinds of schedule adjustments. Then there were many other missteps as well.
But despite the Thanksgiving dinner, it was lovely having 2.3 here. He is a very intelligent, articulate, and self-aware person, We had many long conversations on a wide range of subjects.
Graphic demonstration of just how far one has deteriorated from age.
Wife wanted to put up the Christmas tree. It and the boxes of ornaments was buried deep in our storage closet. I was looking at what it was going to take to get it out and thinking, "This is going to take at least an hour with me having to move many heavy things before I even got to the tree and accessories.
2.3 (a strapping young man) takes one look and declares, "No problem Grandma." He proceeds to step over and around all that is in the way, lift the box over his head and carries it to the living room in minutes. He does the same for the accessory boxes. In no time at all he has the tree out of the box, set up, has helped Wife put on all the extra lights, and has completed the task. I think it might have taken 30 minutes.
The Thanksgiving Dinner Self-Critcism Committee Meeting
2.3 announced that as he was going to be in Cincinnati for three more years and we were, most likely, the only relatives he had in the United States, we could expect him for at least a couple more. Hence it was important that we evaluate every aspect of the Thanksgiving dinner to ensure that we move it in the direction of perfection. Among the decisions were:
- Trust the Chicken Recipe. Do not Deviate
- More moisture in the Dressing
- NO MUSHROOMS in the Dressing (formal objection made by de-I on this decision)
- Less fat in the Gravy
- Sweet Potatoes must not resemble potatoes but must be some concoction with tons of sugar and marshmallows (Fine 2.3, they are all yours to make and eat next year)
- Actually cook and serve the frozen peas instead of bemoaning that you forgot them
- Put Vanilla again in the Chocolate Pudding Pie again and risk being deported
In fact, I was so upset about the Vanilla in the Chocolate Pudding (damn it I was just following a recipe), that I made a second batch a couple of days later to make amends.
In all seriousness, it was great having 2.3 here. Any chance we get to see our far flung grandchildren and have serious quality time with them is a blessing.







