|Jane and Lorraine, 1983|
I'm no different.
This year my brother and his wife are driving from Michigan for Thanksgiving. They are picking up my two nieces in Manhattan (one in art school there, the other just back from Thailand) and nephew (who has some sort of computer company) and driving out to Sag Harbor for a couple of days. The son's girl friend is arriving later. Did I mention the two dogs? It's been several years since I've had Thanksgiving dinner with any member of my immediate family and I'm thrilled they are coming.
My own daughter's last Thanksgiving was in Wisconsin, I was here, and she and I were on the phone multiple times that day.