Giving Thanks

We are heading off to Montana for Thanksgiving. Phil and I will spend the day with my brother, and probably a couple of his friends who are far from their homes and families.

It has been a long time since I’ve spent a holiday with Pat. But I have a pretty good idea of how the day will go.

We’ll arrive on Thursday and get to his house in time to get in his way in the kitchen (have I mentioned that Pat is a really really excellent cook?).

There will be wine.

His miniature Schnauzer, Moose, and giant Schnauzer, Squirrel (Pat spells it more creatively but I can’t remember exactly how – sorry), will be overcome with excitement to have strangers – who smell like cats – in their home. Exuberant behavior will ensue until someone suggests it might be a good idea to take them for a walk before dinner. Phil will gladly oblige.

I’ll wash dishes.

It’s what I do when visiting my siblings for the holidays. It makes me feel marginally useful, and I’m a hell of pot-scrubber, thank you very much.

Did I mention there will be wine?

Eventually we’ll sit at the table – which will be fabulously appointed. We’ll begin to eat ourselves into a happy little coma, while talking, joking, sharing opinions (Phil has learned that Morrows are never at a loss for an opinion . . .), telling stories and generally basking in the glow of good food and good company.

There will be more wine . . .

Everyone will help clear the table and package up leftovers and get the kitchen in ship-shape. We may play a game of Uno or Greed or Taboo.

Pat and I might have a moment where we get a little bit sad missing our parents, but that will pass.

It will be a really good day.

And I’ll be thankful.

For family, friends, abundant food and the fact that I’ve never had to spend a Thanksgiving with any of the people mentioned in this article. Yikes.

So . . . let’s all be thankful for what we have . . .

I think I’ll have another glass of wine!