Everything worked out okay today except for the carrot salad. The turkey, the gravy, the stuffing, the company and conversations, the pace. It was all great.
My mother came, brought wonderful dishes, and stayed longer than I anticipated. When I called later in the evening to check in with her, she told me that today had been hard for her. I understand. How could it not have been hard? She also was around more people than she's been with in a few years. And I'm sure that -- despite her natural grief -- it felt awkward to have Thanksgiving away from her own home because she's had a strangle-hold on this holiday for years (I say with affection). I am pleased beyond measure that she came, stayed for two hours or more, and managed to sit at a table with 9 other people.
I am not as tired as I might be because D has been giving me foot rubs for the last three evenings. I am incredibly grateful to him for his foot-rubbing skill and for his patience with me.
Right now I am thankful for this: My kitchen is sparkling clean. I am grateful to D's mother for staying an extra couple of hours to entertain E while I cleaned up (because D took one of those long "man naps"). I also am glad that the refrigerator is stocked with great food. I imagine just kicking back and knitting for the next three days. I have no agenda. Even the bathrooms are clean, for goshsakes!
I am feeling full and happy.