I hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving weekend. I planned a secret trip to the Midwest with the intention of surprising everyone at the big feast. Everything was going swimmingly, or as swimmingly as any family plan goes with my crazy clan, until I got the call on Tuesday night, while I’m packing of course, “Your mom just cancelled Thanksgiving.” Um, what?
Seems strep throat hit hard and landed my mom on the couch rather than by the stove. At that point it was going to be too expensive to change plans so I loaded onto my early morning flight, worried that my cousin and I may be put in charge of the feast. For safe measure, I wrote down the turkey hotline number running on CNN in the airport restaurant. I don’t think we were the only ones concerned about the fiasco potential in letting the younger generation be in charge of the festivities. Just when my grandparents were about to call in help from the pizza delivery boy, we pulled it together and ended up putting out three turkeys, a ham, two kinds of dressing, five pies and enough side dishes to fill two tables. Yeah, three turkeys… don’t ask. I think we had too many surprises planned for one holiday.
Of course, just to keep it interesting, as soon as my mom recovers, we get a call that my brother is in the hospital with a severe case of the flu. I suppose my immune system deserves a raise since I was able to escape the various plagues without so much as a cough.
With a large part of the group feeling a bit under the weather and another large contingent assigned to a weekend of moving my aunt and uncle into their new abode, I had some time to snuggle into a comfy recliner and work on my Socktoberfest socks. Knee socks here I come. Or that's the plan at least. I'm sure there will be some more surprises along the way...
Seems strep throat hit hard and landed my mom on the couch rather than by the stove. At that point it was going to be too expensive to change plans so I loaded onto my early morning flight, worried that my cousin and I may be put in charge of the feast. For safe measure, I wrote down the turkey hotline number running on CNN in the airport restaurant. I don’t think we were the only ones concerned about the fiasco potential in letting the younger generation be in charge of the festivities. Just when my grandparents were about to call in help from the pizza delivery boy, we pulled it together and ended up putting out three turkeys, a ham, two kinds of dressing, five pies and enough side dishes to fill two tables. Yeah, three turkeys… don’t ask. I think we had too many surprises planned for one holiday.
Of course, just to keep it interesting, as soon as my mom recovers, we get a call that my brother is in the hospital with a severe case of the flu. I suppose my immune system deserves a raise since I was able to escape the various plagues without so much as a cough.
With a large part of the group feeling a bit under the weather and another large contingent assigned to a weekend of moving my aunt and uncle into their new abode, I had some time to snuggle into a comfy recliner and work on my Socktoberfest socks. Knee socks here I come. Or that's the plan at least. I'm sure there will be some more surprises along the way...
2 comments:
Wow! Sorry your family is so sick! I hope they feel better soon. Make sure you drink plenty of liquids and get lots of vitamins and excercise too so you don't get sick. (Okay, totally sounded like somebody's mother there...sorry)
KILLER SOCKS! LOVE the colour. Schweeeet schocks!
Leslie, you are a miracle worker! Yay to you for saving Thanksgiving. I hope you don't get the flu. I didn't get a flu shot this year. The colleges where I teach wanted to charge us $20 for a shot. I was thinking to myself, "But our students are the ones coughing on us--shouldn't we get a flu shot for free?" I don't think my protesting by not getting a shot was a good idea. Your socks are looking great!
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