Okay, here it is, the Saturday before Thanksgiving, and hence time to get the annual tradition going, that of members telling us their plans and hopes for the holiday.
Me, I suppose I'll be at that truck stop for some hours doing some accounting work on Wednesday, Thanksgiving Eve, and then I have to get back here to have dinner with the ancient elderly couple who own this place. They have lots and lots of children and grandchildren, and so spend the actual day at the home of one of them.
Thanksgiving Day, about noon, I'll be with the neighbors--the neighbor, the neighbor's wife, their 6-year-old twin daughters, their 4-year old son, and an infant son about six months old. It'll be my first Thanksgiving there without Auntie, the primitive aunt of the neighbor's wife, from Kansas City. Auntie alas will be spending Thanksgiving in another time and place.
The femme will be in Omaha for five days with one of her sisters, who lives there, shopping, so I'm not in their plans.
The senior business partner will drive all the way here from the midst of the Sandhills, sometime on Thursday. He might, or might not, make it to the neighbors' for chow. After that, we'll do something, but I dunno what. He's staying here until Saturday.
On Saturday night, I'll be working the truck stop, behind the cash-register, so that a regular clerk can have time off with her family. It sounds odd, a deaf person doing such a job, but generally the only customers are long-distance truck-drivers and law-enforcement personnel, the sorts of people who find it easy to be patient with a deaf person, even if he gives them a Powerball ticket when they've asked for a package of Marlboro cigarettes.
It should be okay.
