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Alarm goes off at 9:30 a.m.
Ana, mom, and I hit the road in route to Grimesland, North Carolina for Thanksgiving.
Coffee and a Breakfast Bar. Navel Orange.
Upbeat music and upbeat conversation abound. Mom in the passenger seat, Ana in the back, and I at the wheel.
At one point mom spots a dead deer on the side of the road.
“That was a deer and it was dead,” mom explains what we just drove past.
“Oh dear!” Ana adds, entertained by her sudden use of homonym.
After some backtracking from a bathroom stop we eventually make it to Aunt Delores’s house on Mobley’s Bridge Road. Everyone’s here that we usually see around the holidays. The Thanksgiving spread includes Chicken, Collard Greens, Stuffing, Mashed Potatoes, Gravy, Rolls, Broccoli, Cauliflower, mom’s Sweet Potato Pies, and Delores’s famous Seven Layer Chocolate Cake. Burning off the calories outside with Vikki’s boys and Ashley’s little one throwing the football around and climbing the trees. Spirits are high and we’re thankful. Dad brought the acoustic guitar. I lead us all into song after song.
Ana drives us to Goldsboro following dad. It’s quiet in the house. His wife, Patty, is in Honduras visiting her mom. And the girls that were living here moved to NY.
Sipping on Red Wine. Talking with dad about things – politics – sports – health insurance – life. Meanwhile, the Redskins and Giants football game is on the TV. I don’t normally watch football but it’s nice sharing it with my dad nonetheless.
Deviled Eggs. Sourdough Toast. Sweet Potato Pie.
Ana and I go to bed at an earlier than usual sleep time around midnight.
[i] Images by me.
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