Thanksgiving For Two

I’m rather looking forward to Thanksgiving this week.

It’s just going to be my adult son and I in our messy house we call home.  With COVID-19 raising its ugly head again, any more than two for Thanksgiving could become a game of Russian roulette.

My wife died five years ago.  Three of us would join another couple at a local restaurant which served only a Thanksgiving dinner all day long.  Since then we’ve been invited to gatherings in other people’s homes.

But since the pandemic, those options have disappeared.  The dinner for two has possibilities all on its own.  For one thing, we could have dinner in our underwear, and there won’t be anyone there to be shocked.  Since it is really everyday stuff, we’ll probably resort to our usual attire of tee shirts and shorts.  Socks but no shoes.  The tile floor which can be a bit chilly this time of year.

The menu for two will be extravagant for us.  Appetizer of shrimp cocktail with the giant variety.  The main course will include Cornish hens, one for each of us.  Those little suckers can be expensive; but, hey, it’s Thanksgiving.  We’ll go with our usual Stove Top dressing.  Why make it from scratch when we like the stuff in the box.  We will get fresh broccoli, boil it and squeeze a lemon over it.  Since my son doesn’t really like cranberries, I’ll get have a can from the store and pop it in the refrigerator overnight to chill it.  I haven’t decided to make a pumpkin pie or just buy one from the bakery.

Highlighting the day will be our Zoom meeting with my daughter and her family in Wappingers Falls, New York.   It’s in the same county as Franklin Roosevelt’s Hyde Park.  My daughter’s in-laws will be there so it will be like a party on the computer, and we don’t have to worry about coughing on each other.  We Zoomed on Halloween and it was a treat to see the kids in their costumes.

My son and I aren’t really into football games, so we’ll probably pop a movie into the DVD for after dinner entertainment.  I’m hoping for something with Abbott and Costello, but my son likes World War II movies.  We could compromise and go to our own wings of the house and take a nap, and pick a movie for later in the evening.

We actually have a lot to be grateful for.  We both like our housemates a lot and we catch each other’s jokes.  We can exchange movie dialogue without even turning the TV on.  We’re both healthy, and that’s a big plus these day.  Best of all, we can belch and fart all we want without having anyone telling us we’re gross.  Oh, and we can leave the dirty dishes in the sink until Friday morning.  Maybe even Saturday.  Who cares?  It’s just us guys.

We hope all of you have as good a time as we’re going to have.   

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