Thanksgiving report 2
Nov. 29th, 2017 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
choco_froshWednesday:
So apparently my new employer has a custom that on the day before Thanksgiving, the vice president in charge of our department basically kicks everyone out at 2, on the grounds essentially that we're all going to start disappearing around then anyway, so he might as well make it official. I actually stayed a bit longer than that, clearing up one or two last-minute matters of urgency, but I was still on the road by 2:30. Which was good, because even so I managed to hit every possible traffic jam on I-95 between there and Topsfield.
I was driving up to Maine to spend Thanksgiving with my brother, who, remember, was having his first Thanksgiving post-divorce. We did some basic prep that evening (after I'd introduced him to some of the excellent cider that I picked up over Franklin County Cider days, and after he'd fed my Dad's cat) because dinner the following day was going to be on a tight schedule, what with the whole "driving up to Head Tide to see my Dad" thing.
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Dinner itself was pretty low-key. Nothing, as it turned out, took horribly much longer to cook than expected; and we kept it to the basics, which in our world means turkey, gravy, stuffing, potatoes, squash, and cranberry sauce. And wine. Somebody else picked up dessert at their local bakery. And a total of six people--which in fact is about as many as you can cram
into my brother's dinging room. (Yes, he has a dining room. It is tiny.)
We ate too much. It was excellent.
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I drove back home on Friday afternoon: I urgently needed to do laundry, and he had a turkey carcass to turn into stock. On the way, I detoured through beautiful, expensive York harbor, to look at Old Trinity Church, which is now TECHNICALLY a summer chapel, its congregation having relocated to somewhere with actual office space in York village. (I think they still use it on a once-a-month basis September-May; and then there's the summahfolk.)
(More later)
So apparently my new employer has a custom that on the day before Thanksgiving, the vice president in charge of our department basically kicks everyone out at 2, on the grounds essentially that we're all going to start disappearing around then anyway, so he might as well make it official. I actually stayed a bit longer than that, clearing up one or two last-minute matters of urgency, but I was still on the road by 2:30. Which was good, because even so I managed to hit every possible traffic jam on I-95 between there and Topsfield.
I was driving up to Maine to spend Thanksgiving with my brother, who, remember, was having his first Thanksgiving post-divorce. We did some basic prep that evening (after I'd introduced him to some of the excellent cider that I picked up over Franklin County Cider days, and after he'd fed my Dad's cat) because dinner the following day was going to be on a tight schedule, what with the whole "driving up to Head Tide to see my Dad" thing.
----
Dinner itself was pretty low-key. Nothing, as it turned out, took horribly much longer to cook than expected; and we kept it to the basics, which in our world means turkey, gravy, stuffing, potatoes, squash, and cranberry sauce. And wine. Somebody else picked up dessert at their local bakery. And a total of six people--which in fact is about as many as you can cram
into my brother's dinging room. (Yes, he has a dining room. It is tiny.)
We ate too much. It was excellent.
----
I drove back home on Friday afternoon: I urgently needed to do laundry, and he had a turkey carcass to turn into stock. On the way, I detoured through beautiful, expensive York harbor, to look at Old Trinity Church, which is now TECHNICALLY a summer chapel, its congregation having relocated to somewhere with actual office space in York village. (I think they still use it on a once-a-month basis September-May; and then there's the summahfolk.)
(More later)
