Life goes on

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The entrance to The Farm Road hadn’t changed much, although the leaves were off the trees and the pond looked deserted.

Animals clustered all around the road, fenced off in their own areas.  Twelve cars were parked at the back stairs and inside granddaughters were preparing our Thanksgiving feast.

Two sets of dogs, including Chris’s (he’s in Qatar with the Army and Connie snap chatted with him while we were there) babies were outside in their respective running areas. Bill’s old border collies (saved from execution) were guarding the hen houses. Downstairs we spotted the German Shepherds, set aside for the day.  Upstairs we found the Spaniels, a small Poodle, a Black Lab, and a rescue Greyhound. Fences and gates everywhere.

One of Joy’s roommates had dropped her beagle off for the weekend, and she lay next to Bill on the sofa while Daisy, Bill’s dog, rested her head on his lap.  Jeremiah, Jericho or whatever his name is….Hannah’s poodle, walked along the sofa back, anxious to reach Hannah who was “proofing” the dinner rolls in the kitchen.  President, the rescue greyhound was shut in the ‘Master’ bedroom with Kiki the rescue cat. When Bill let him out, my little ten-pound Johnny went nuts barking. Amelia showed me her rescue cat, lying on the bed in the room where she slept.  Animal crates were everywhere.

Meanwhile the Macy’s parade streamed across the TV screen while millions of New Yorkers celebrated.

When I washed my hands, I found nineteen bottles of stuff on the sink while looking for liquid hand soap. I got something on my hands that wouldn’t come off. I  yelled “help” and  Connie came, found the empty soap dispenser, squirted some in my hands and I finally extricated myself from the sink.

And that was the most exciting thing that happened.

Given everyone in the room, there were nine of us, had a different political position, we argued politely for about three minutes about Trump and Hillary, then changed the topic, to allergies or something.

Around the table, each of the girls shared their latest life events.  After she graduates with her degree in Dairy Science, Joy wants to travel to New Zealand to work on a dairy farm (the other girls asked how will she pay for the travel). Amelia is settling into her teaching job, after a bumpy start. (She is teaching earth science in an inner city high school.) Rita has an obvious baby bump.  Her beau had to work so he was not there. She hates her job as a dog groomer with a huge chain, but she has offers from three veterinary offices for new job. Hannah is moving back home because she’s tired of men “hitting” on her in her current job as a manager/bartender in a university town. She was exhausted because she had worked until 3:30 that morning.  “That’s when I got up to milk the cows,” Joy said.

All the girls seemed healthy and happy enough with their various life circumstances. And young enough to make life changes. We said grace at the meal and thanked our Higher Power for everything.

18 thoughts on “Life goes on

  1. Whew! Sounds about par for the course – but as for the dogs . . . . . . . . (And you know how I love dogs.) Hope you enjoyed the break.


    • My granddaughter Rita is very involved with dog rescue. Two of these dogs were ours. Two belong to Chris, a friend of the family who is serving with US military in the Middle East. Several belong to members of the family.


  2. I’m glad you made it! Sounds like a wonderful family Thanksgiving — perfect in spite of the differences … and because of the similarities! Ours will our daughter and family was kind of the same … and we loved every minute. But we didn’t have to drive so far. (Soon it’s off to Florida and we will be WAYYY too far away to drive to visit family for a meal.) Thankful we were here for this Holiday!


  3. I am impressed with you driving there and back in one day. Sounds like a wonderful Thanksgiving. Thoroughly enjoyed your description of time with the family. We were away for a few days with ours. Had a great time visiting with everyone, but it always feels great getting back home. As soon as we head in that direction my homing pigeon instincts kick in.

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  4. Wow…my little Thanksgiving with a total of 4 of us sounds very tame compared to yours … but we gave thanks too, so I guess they are pretty much all the same in the long run. Now … on to Christmas !

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