Thanksgiving isn't cancelled this year - it's still coming, but it's coming alone.
Husbands' family is gathering at the new family country cabins - for the first time together - so no one is travelling west to spend the holiday with us. Who could blame them? They'll have snow, cousins, and can pat themselves down when they play TSA tag.
My family was recently here from their faraway state, so they are gathering among extensions themselves.
We're Home Alone this Thanksgiving.
How can I describe this without sounding like I'm begging for an invitation?
We've tried to solicit guests - substitute families who, like us, do not have family in town. Suddenly they are all getting company. I was getting desperate - even our Postwoman had plans. No one can join us.
So, after years of hosting Thanksgiving, I find myself hoping, wishing, to be a guest at someone else's holiday! Making a side dish, and just showing up. Oooing and awwwwing over their decorations, their menu, their Thanksgiving.
And then I count how many we are: 6 guests. Including a surly teen and a rambunctious toddler. These two cause people to turn a blind eye from the capable and willing 12 year old girl ready to make delicious mash potatoes and help with any short children in sight.
Sigh. I realize I wouldn't even invite all of us to OUR house for a holiday.
This Thanksgiving, home alone, I think we will all suit up, get in our mini-van, and head downtown. It's our first chance in forever to serve a meal to those who, like us, have no one to spend Thanksgiving with. And it will help me, especially, to put the thankful back with the giving.