Thanksgiving Book


We just got back home after another week in Princeton, New Jersey, where our family has been congregating for many years over the holidays. We had a one day layover at Auntie Sissy’s house, where I rediscovered this immortal classic. We had given her this book my now 17-year-old son’s Kindergarten teacher asked him to write to make up for the couple extra days we took off at the beginning of the week…


My Days Off


Day 1: Sunday. I took a car to New Jersey. We took Route 81. We got some gas. We had dinner at Applebees. We got balloons. One floated away. We got home late. We went to bed.


This year we stopped for lunch at Delaware Welcome Center, which didn’t even exist when the book was written. Instead of balloons, my mother got ketchup packets. Twelve of them to be exact.


Day 2: Monday. I took the New Jersey Transit to New York and took A LOT OF SUBWAYS. We had lunch. We eated pizza. We went to my sister’s doctor appointment. We watched people ice skate.


This Monday we took the New Jersey Transit to New York. This time we were going for my son’s college tour. We eated pizza.


Day 3: Tuesday. I played with my little cousins. They are triplets. Julia is their big sister. We’re going to the children’s library in Princeton.


The triplets aren’t so little anymore.


We Skyped with Julia, who gave us a tour of her flat in Edinburgh, where she is studying.


Day 4: Wednesday. I went to the movies with part of my family. Tonight my Auntie Sissy is coming.


The family has expanded since then…



Day 5: Thursday. Thanksgiving. There was some smoke and we had to fan it. The smoke comed from the oven. That was our dinner. We made a fake church! We got baptized by Julia and we did stuff in the sanctuary.


This was our dinner. No smoke comed from the oven this year…



Day 6: Friday. We drived home and I stopped for lunch.

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