The table at Ross and Justin’s home for Thanksgiving 2018.

This Thanksgiving was unexpectedly enjoyable. Normally, I just hang out at home and fiddle around online and such, chatting with those who happen to find any time to come to chat during this holiday. Since most of the people I know online are in the US, that isn’t very many people once the food is all cooked. As a result, Thanksgiving is typically pretty boring for me as well.

But today was different. Around 13:30 or so, one of my friends who I met through square dancing—and the DM of Sunday’s D&D, Lynn—called me to ask if I had any plans for the day. My response was pretty much, “Just work on my writing.” Then he asked if I’d like to go with him to Ross’s for Thanksgiving supper. Of course I leapt at the opportunity. I mean, sit at home without friends, or go over to see some friends and have good food? No-brainer, right?

So, at about 16:30, Lynn came to fetch me and we went to Ross and Justin’s home. We arrived a good hour or so before supper was scheduled to begin, but that was fine. We hung out in the kitchen chatting and joking, me and my square dancing friends and others whom I’d met maybe once or twice through square dancing, but who were good people.

Ross had set up two tables—their long dining table with all its extension leaves in; and the smaller table, also with its extension leaf, that usually stands out in their library room. That made a total of something like 14 places, and we filled them all. Eleven at us at the long table, and the three late arrivals at the smaller tables.

Because I’d spent most of the previous hour munching tortilla chips with this fantastic sausage and cream cheese dip (there were other ingredients, but I can’t recall what they were) while we chatted and all, I didn’t eat that much of supper. There was tons of food from everyone who’d seen the invite on Facebook, and Ross and Justin made a turkey and pans of two different kinds of dressing as well as ham and cranberry relish. I stuck to the turkey, getting some dark meat (which I have’t had from a turkey for years); cranberry relish, also made with I think oranges and apples; and some dressing from the mushroom-free pan. Also, I made sure to stick to servings I thought I’d be able to eat, and didn’t let my eyes trick me into getting all I thought I wanted. Neither did I get seconds. And, afterward, I had one slice of the mincemeat pie Lynn had made.

I am so glad and thankful I have such good friends that even those I don’t know well welcome me so happily. Lynn could have just gone instead of calling me when his brother bowed out of going, and I’m thankful he thought of me. I’m glad I got to talk and joke with friends I see so rarely—Justin, Rob, Mandi, and Lizz—and I’m thankful for such delicious snacks and a wonderful meal with foods I don’t often get to enjoy. This Thanksgiving couldn’t have been better.