Thanksgiving Weekend



Thanksgiving weekend at our house is always a busy one. Back in the day when I worked at Ticket Master I would work the morning shift then come home and as I like to put it, build my pumpkin pies. It takes several hours as they aren’t just pumpkin pies. Oh no, not in this house, they have to be pumpkin chiffon pies. That means a lot more time is spent because once the pumpkin and all the seasonings are cooked, you have to wait for it to cool down so you can proceed with the rest of the recipe. It was usually early evening before I was done. Now, however since I set my own hours with my little cleaning company, the weekends are all mine. This last one was of course Thanksgiving. I had those suckers built and in the fridge by 2pm.


The rest of the weekend involved some line ups, and let me just say, they were all worth it.

Sunday, was a glorious sunny day which was perfect for my two daughters, grandsons and myself to visit the McMillan Farm. I had never been to the farm before and wasn’t at all surprised to see how busy it was. For a $25.00 family of five pass, you can take in all of the activities they have. First we wondered around and looked at some of the animals they have which of course included the usual chickens, pigs, donkeys etc. Then we ventured over to the corn maze. I had never been through one before and enjoyed it very much. Kale was our leader and he did a great job ensuring we wouldn’t get lost. Being a little claustrophobic, I wasn’t sure how this would go but it was a lot of fun. 

Ken stayed home to monitor the turkey which was roasting in the oven for our traditional dinner.

Then we all tried the sling shot with various vegetables. This was one of our first line ups I was referring to. We waited about fifteen minutes. There was a target that you are supposed to aim for and for the most part, we did pretty well. 

Lucas liked the large buckets that they have filled with dried corn kernels. That is their version of a sand box. The little ones had a great time in them.

We wondered a bit more then stood in line for the hay ride which was about a twenty minute wait. The time went by pretty quickly as I love to people watch and there were a lot of people there to watch. The ride is a tour of the farm and lasted about fifteen minutes. A concession is also there in case you get hungry or thirsty. All in all it was a great outing with my family and I would visit the McMillan farm again.

Dinner was at 6pm and it was just the six of us. Usually we do a big family thing but for some reason this year we kept it small. 

Monday, Ken and I slept late and awoke to find a text from our older daughter Lisa saying that she and her boyfriend Jeremy would be there shortly for coffee and a visit. We sure scrambled to get ready for their arrival. They didn’t stay long as they wanted to go for a bike ride; which was fine with us as we thought we should go and vote.

Ken and I usually vote early as we already know who we were going to vote for and that wasn’t going to change come Election Day. We had heard the line ups were long and they weren’t kidding. It took us an hour but we had heard some had waited three. We felt it wasn’t set up very well as some lines like ours were quite long and nobody in other lines. Each line was set up for a different part of the city. Depending on how many were from your area determined the length of the line. It was hard to see the odd person come in and be able to vote right away and others like our selves have such a wait.

My niece and her husband took their two children with them. One is two and a half and the other one is six months. The older one had fun running around and entertaining everyone. She even danced with some of the elderly people which broke up the monotony for them. I think the moral of this part of my story is always try to find a positive way to get through something like this instead of complaining about it. It’s just easier that way.  Also, in a situation like this, visit with the people around you and you never know you might make a new friend.

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