So here's how my Thanksgiving went down. I came over to my folks' house, but only the dog responded. It turned out that they were in the back garden. Once we had met up, Mom "directed" me and Dad in preparing those portions of the meals which we had not previously prepared yesterday. Some of the family arrived before the hors d'oeuvres were ready, but this possible setback turned into extra assistance in the kitchen. The rest involved much chatter and eating and far too many dishes to wash.
