Good morning, dear friends! And a happy Thanksgiving Day to you wherever you may be. Since Tom Murray and I are taking a day away from Toyland, we worked until midnight last night. I got home around 12:30, watched MEDIUM, which I too enjoyed, browsed through the new Jerome Robbins biography that arrived from Amazon.com, and got to bed around 2 AM.
Good morning, Woody! I'll bet your kitchen is warm and smelling good this morning!
Outside of a very frustrating ninety minutes with the office copier yesterday, the day was quite wonderful: smooth work on "The Brain," successful errand runs, and a good Toyland session. Today, I'm looking forward to dinner at DR FJL's with Skip's wonderful cooking, Dylan, Toby, and several sparkling guests.
TOD: As a snooty young man, I never apprerciated this holiday much: my grandmother, as many of my mother's siblings and their families in the vicinity would descend upon my Aunt Jean's home in Hamilton, Ohio, from around 1 PM to 7 PM for a huge meal. My Aunt Lois and her family in Columbus, Ohio, only showed up sporadically because of the drive and tending their farm, but the families of my Aunts Ruth, Jean, Dorothy, and Uncles Paul and Bob guaranteed a huge turnout. On Chrtistmas day, my parents were the hosts. The problem was, there were cousins I liked immensely and cousins I detested. On Thanksgiving I was stuck with the everyone of them. It was never a day I appreciated.
Everyone brought something, and the day was usually filled with reminiscence, drudged up angst, and nothing on tv but football, which I loathed. I never looked forward to any of this, but in the past 30 years I've lost my mother, all of her siblings but her youngest brother Bob whose health is quite fragile, my cousin Tommy to leukemia, and there's nothing I wouldn't give to see them all again.
