No good stories or pictures about our Thanksgiving Day with Mark and Jen because Mark didn't come. He called the evening before to tell us he wasn't up to flying, not feeling quite right. Jen still flew Thursday morning but after she picked up her rental, she checked into a hotel to recover from food poisoning she got after eating an airport turkey sandwich. Friday morning she arrived around 10 with news that she had to fly back home in the afternoon because her mother's Parkinson's had progressed and she was in Hospice. Thursday Cliff and I boiled and mashed potatoes and two kinds of squash, red kubota and butternut. I made a nice cranberry sauce from a new recipe that sounded delicious. Friday the bone-in turkey breast hit the slow-cooker. Jen made the crust-less pumpkin pie while we talked and even exchanged Christmas gifts. At one o'clock we hugged, said our good-byes and she headed back to Atlanta. Around three o'clock Cliff and I sat down to a small turkey dinner together, no gravy, just a little of the broth. The cranberry sauce was as good as it sounded and the pie was like a pumpkin custard. We were still grateful for the short time with Jen and for our Thanksgiving dinner together. Mark is feeling better. Jen's mother has been transported to her home where her family can be at her side and Hospice is with her 24 hours a day.
This afternoon our temperature reached 56 degrees so we began our porch Christmas decorations.
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