Long ago, I noted that in the current situation, boring is a good thing. However, since it is not a popular word or concept and certainly not something you can say about an event reflecting a lot of hard work by others, so I will say that Thanksgiving yesterday was pleasantly uneventful. Granted, Dad hit his head getting into Anne's car, which is always a little worrying, but otherwise everything went trouble-free.
It was also neat that there was so much going on. Between baby Braiden, now almost 10 months old, walking, cute as a button and waving like royalty and Margaret's granddaughter Libby and her husband Matt on the verge of adopting a baby, there was a lot to distract from the return of the conquering hero. I suspect that this suited Dad fine. Libby and Matt received a surprise baby shower to their great delight and that of us all. So Thanksgiving was pleasantly uneventful in the sense that nothing bad happened to or with Dad, and quite fun and eventful otherwise. And the turkey was great.
We also got to talk a bit with Margaret's daughters Linda and Bunny. We are all agreed that, though we don't disapprove of Dad and Margaret living together, we don't see how it could work given their mobility problems. So now it's just a matter of getting them to see another way. Which might not be so hard.
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