We had a lovely Thanksgiving celebration. Our daughter and son-in-law hosted the meal and my sister, her husband, daughter and sister-in-law drove up from Chicago. I got off easy because after bunion surgery I wasn't expected to do much. I kidded everyone that I was "Queen for a Day" as I sat in a corner in a comfortable chair with my leg propped up on a footstool. Grandsons, Evan and Zach, were in charge of getting my ice bags to and from the freezer on a regular basis and so I just enjoyed myself.
Tonight we had left-overs for dinner. When Dave brought my plate into the family room and set it down in front of me I, once again, realized just how fortunate I am. In today's world, with so many people hungry and displaced and frightened......this was my meal.
Sitting on the couch, watching a television show I looked down at my plate.....lump in my throat. This is leftovers America....this is leftovers.
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