Thanksgiving Day. One like none other – 16 adults, 7 children (all under 8), 8 dogs and 1 cat. Pandemonium.
But it started quietly. Brother-in-law Chris and I did a round of disc golf at the local middle school. The course is not particularly difficult in terms of terrain – very flat, few trees, no water. But the course designer did well with what he had to work with by putting in many boundaries (“out of bounds beyond the sidewalk”), a few doglegs and a couple of targets carved into the edge of the woods. Plus some ridiculously long par 3 holes. You would have to be a disc golf pro to shoot par on this course.
I won, handily.
Then people started arriving. For a while the house seemed almost sedate. The calm before the storm.
Dinner consisted of two turkeys – one regular, one smoked – mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, Brussels sprouts, polenta, cranberry sauce, Waldorf salad and lots of desserts. All delicious. Nobody went hungry.
