Yet another American Thanksgiving for me in Canada... where it was celebrated last month. Or, in my case... almost celebrated.
Again it was strange to wake up today to the Macy's Parade being broadcast from almost another world instead of just 30 city blocks away. This has become the day that defines me most as a displaced New Yorker.
But I had my revenge, even though it was laughable. We went out to lunch, leaving the pup with Mark's Mom. This was the first time he has been without either one of us since we got him.
Like a deleted scene from "Best In Show" we found ourselves calling back as we drove away to make sure he wasn't wailing at the door in an absolute state of canine grief. Hardly. He was barking at her shiny brown shoes left by the door.
So we continued on our quest to have a turkey dinner, and we knew just the place. Fifteen minutes later I was tucking into a hot turkey sandwich with gravy, mashed potatoes and the ubiquitous carrots and peas. It was sublime... even without a parade.