Got to attend our last LRS Thanksgiving "Celebration" last Monday; how I will miss this sweet gathering next year! The kids learned all about the history of the holiday, what pilgrims were, and numerous songs to share with the parents. A few of those songs must be decades old, because they don't exactly comply with today's PC standards; in one of them the kids do this "hi-yah" chant against their mouths, and in another, the lyrics about the indians contain (and I'm not making this up), "Bless their hearts, they're double-jointed." WTF? Anyhow, they once again gave themselves indian names (Jacob was "He who pets white dog"), and shared some Jiffy cornmuffins that they made (aka, Booger muffins). It's also always fun to watch other peoples' kids misbehave in front of the entire 5 year-old class, their teachers and all the parents.
The next day, Tuesday, Jacob woke up complaining of an earache, and his pediatrician was able to get him right in. Come to find out, Jacob did not have an infection; instead, he had a "foreign object" in the form of a very thick, very coarse white dog hair lodged into his eardrum. We spent an hour and 15 minutes in the office, having his ear oiled (for easier removal), flushed, and tweezed. I would have taken an ear infection ANY DAY. Poor guy was more than unhappy and, at one point between his crying and screaming fits, told the tech that he "hated" her. I didn't have the heart to reprimand him, because at that point, I hated her, too.
The next day, Wednesday, after I had cleaned the house, organized the refrigerator, completed my extensive list of necessities to pull off a traditional dinner at my house, and put a year's worth of clothing donations in the trunk, Jacob and I got into my car only to find that it would not start. So I called Mark, he came to jump the car, and we took it to our unbelievably nice auto guy for a new battery. This occurred in the late afternoon. The day before Thanksgiving. He's totally getting a Christmas card from us this year.
My parents came down for Thanksgiving and brought the dogs, which was exciting. We hadn't met their new one, Molly, yet, and all the visitors gave Sugar new reason to bark. I was able to pull off my first-ever-at-my-house holiday dinner, complete with freshly ironed linens (which I'm totally not doing next time, because that's what the dry cleaners are for), newly-inherited china, not-too-tarnished silver, and matching wine glasses. I think my cooking was also spot-on, which was my biggest fear. The family left on Friday, and I ran more errands to get ready for Mark's family's Thanksgiving later that weekend. It was a great long weekend!
Then, yesterday, I got news from my parents that their 11 year-old GR Lexus had died. I think I knew deep down that Thanksgiving would be the last time I would see that sweet girl; I made certain to take some pictures of her with my parents (and my camera-whore son) so that they would have some memories. I am so thankful that I got to see her one last time! Her poor body was so frail and thin (think in the 50-pound range) that I couldn't bring myself to touch her skeletal body, but I did give her lots of face pets and treats. I think it was George Carlin who said that buying a pet is buying a future tragedy; as funny as his bit was, it's all too true. My parents have now lost all 4 of their Goldens, and this recent loss is going to be especially hard. Lexus was my dad's shadow and couldn't bear to be in a room without him. She was a good girl, and will be greatly missed. R.I.P., Lexus!
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