Ambience, quiet but if you listen hard cars can be heard in the distance.
Dinner, scheduled to be available today, eleven am to three pm, labeled THANKSGIVING on the weekly menu. No details, but one assumes turkey and something made with pumpkin. One hopes only for cranberries in some form. One expects cold if meant to be hot and vice versa. But they do try and one is Grateful on this day of Gratitude that there is a place to get meals of any sort.
As we agreed upon yesterday, when planning today's festivities, Jim goes down at about 1:00PM to pick up two dinners. Because I know that in Hoosier-land the dressing will be made with white bread and be gooey and there will be slimy gravy over anything else and any dessert will definitely be pumpkin and I don't do pumpkin, I had asked him to bring me only turkey and anything cranberry
Behind the barricade of tables stand the order takers, masked of course.
OT: Did you RSVP?
J: I didn't know anything about RSVP!
OT: You had to RSVP to the office if you wanted dinner today.
A conversation ensued, the details of which I am uninformed, and he is told to return after three pee emm. If there are any leftovers, he can have them then. Jim returns home to eat something.
I return to my blog.
At three fifteen Jim shows up with two orders in plastic bags. Styrofoam containers. Lumps covered with gravy, a slice of ham in one and several bites of turkey in the other. Plenty of unidentifiable lumps. Plenty of gravy. Separate containers with pumpkin pie. Tiny cups of cranberry sauce, smooth.
Jim, having already eaten some yogurt and salad earlier (he's diabetic) took his home to refrigerate for later. I picked out the turkey, put it on 2 slices of bread and am saving it for later because, as previously mentioned, I had Raisin Bran on hand and ate it earlier. I saved the cranberry sauce for dessert.
All in all, a good day. We got some good laughs at the whole thing and I got some painting and blogging in between reports from Jim.
We played a gin game we play after we examined the meals. I think I won. Or maybe he did. Who knows. Who cares. I have all our scores since we started in the same notebook and it is almost full. We've played a lot of Gin. Now I know why old people play Gin in the movies. Jessica and Hume. Matthou and Lemon. etc.
Now Jim has gone to see if he can sneak into the closed and posted exercise room to use the NUSTEP machine. We have fobs for the door and the door is not blocked, so he plans to exercise in the dark, hoping on one will know. I encouraged this because since the exercise room closed again earlier this month Jim has developed a productive cough. And I gag at productive coughs. So there's that. I kept that to myself, the gag part.
Happy Thanksgiving to all. Love, mama
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