Thanksgiving in the RV

Thanksgiving in the RV


Today was unusual. 

Of course for many reasons but mainly because it felt like it was 40% Thanksgiving and 60% a normal day. 

The early morning Parade and dog show reminded me of our very traditional Thanksgiving day. And then my mom's extremely delicious meal was similar to Thanksgivings past. 

Can we just take a moment to be impressed with the fact that the meal above was made in an RV? It's two person size but outstanding nonetheless. My mom made Cornish Game Hens instead of turkey because...our oven is the size of an Easy Bake Oven. Actually, it was baked in our microwave convection oven. Hello. We didn't even have to set our alarm to get up extra early to make sure the meat was in on time. We actually had to set our alarm to get up on time to watch the Parade. We don't usually get up that early...ha. Ha. I wasn't actually going to admit that on here but seriously, we aren't early risers anymore. And I actually stay up past 8PM so I can no longer be called a grandma. Thank you very much.

With all that being said, the rest of it was a mix of sadness and uneventfulness.  The parts that felt like Thanksgiving made the reality of our situation all the more glaring. She's not here. She didn't make her pies. She didn't drink a bloody mary. She didn't get dolled up. She didn't get to watch the dog show with us. 

I'm much more inwardly emotional than I am outwardly but when I was strolling through the aisles picking up chicken stock, stuffing mix (the last package by the way), potatoes, onions, mushrooms and whipped cream, I suddenly felt exhausted. I was physically tired from walking up and down a grocery store that was unfamiliar to me but I was emotionally hit in the head by sadness. She wasn't there. She just wasn't. I wanted to kick the stand full of already made pies into the air but that just would have annoyed my aunt (from wherever she is) and there is nothing worse than drawing attention to myself. So I didn't. I walked to the check out line and got the heck out of there.

Don't get me wrong. I am very thankful that I got to spend Thanksgiving with my mom and Phoebe today. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. But sometimes different just sucks. Today was one of those days.

And now I'm going to go to bed around 8 because I got up early and my belly is full of mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy, and 47,000 cookies.

Thank you to all of you that follow along on our adventure. We are grateful beyond measure.

Friday, June 9th, 2017

Friday, June 9th, 2017

The Squeakiest Beach

The Squeakiest Beach