We were having supper and noticed a car in front of our house. When my phone rang, we were sure it was John’s cousin Peter and wife Debi announcing they were outside as expected. Debi was talking, but she explained that she was in the emergency room of a Knoxville hospital. They had driven from Illinois, and she didn’t feel well. She ended up being admitted to the hospital for further tests. After niece Julie left us the next morning, daughter Lise, grandson Nathaniel, John, and I drove an hour and a half to Knoxville to visit Peter and Debi in the hospital. We were afraid they would have to return to Illinois without seeing us. Probably because we went, Debi was cleared to leave about two and a half hours after we got there. I made them pose in the hospital room for illustrative purposes. You can’t see the grumbling, can you?
A light-hearted moment came when Lise dared Nathaniel to sit on her lap.
Backtrack with me to breakfast. Nathaniel wanted to make biscuits from a recipe one of his culinary teachers gave him. He kindly posed with the biscuits. I told him friends Karen and Al from NY, who know Nathaniel well, would drool over that plate. My opinion? The biscuits were easily the best I’ve ever eaten. They were buttery, flaky, tender, and as tasty as could be.
Nate’s Aunt Lise asked him to turn around. What was on his pants? It was a floury hand-print, which called for another documentary photo.
Hours later we had our second Thanksgiving feast, left-overs reheated. It was easy for me with no prep involved and with Nathaniel as the kitchen assistant. John and Nathaniel set the table, and we were all thankful and relaxed after a long day.
Nathaniel, bless his heart, insisted on washing the dishes while we visited with Debi and Peter. One of these days he might be declared a national treasure.