November 21, 2018

No place like home

Thanksgiving might be my favourite holiday. It involves all the usual holiday traditions -- gathering with friends and family, plus lots of food -- but it's the one holiday that I don't host, which means I don't have to do any of the work.

We used to have Thanksgiving at my mother's house, but now that she's in her eighties, the holiday has moved to my daughter's house, skipping over me altogether. It's perfect. In fact, we've even cut down on the drive time. My parents live only six miles away from me, but my daughter lives even closer: only 2.7 miles away.

I've got the week off from classes so Thanksgiving week is a relaxed week at home, enjoying the new snow and grading student portfolios in front of the fire. Last night, my husband and I watched a movie about Charles Dickens.

This morning, I mentioned to my son With-a-Why (the only one of my four kids still living at home) that I'd invited a student to join us for dinner. "She's from Kansas," I explained. "And it doesn't make sense for her to fly home so close to the end of the semester." "

He looked at me seriously. "Can't she just click her heels three times?"

7 comments:

Jeanie said...

I like your son!

Sandy said...

Ha!

DJan said...

Clever son! Why didn't I think of that? :-)

L said...

This is the best post ever! Can't you (we) just go back to blogging already, friend? We seriously should.

Sigh...

Jeff said...

Charming story!

jo(e) said...

L: Oh, I too miss the blogging days of yore.

robin andrea said...

Your son is very funny. Thank you both for the good laugh.