Today, 20 of us go to
Val and Abbey's. In past years, we’ve
celebrated on the Cape. It’ll be the
first time in a long time we’ve been in New York. There are other firsts as well.
Rita picks up Alexander, Jared,
Jessica and me at the train station around 3:30. Jay Z is blasting away. As cool as 90-year old Rita is, this
surprises us. So what if it's not intentional.
The table is set and looks
elegant, just like my sister.
As is the tradition, the
host makes a speech. Abbey raises his
glass and we all join in. There is much
to be grateful for. Then my mom adds, “I
got a tweet from Godge. He and all is friends are having a
ball.” She goes on a bit more until
someone says, “Hey, I thought you only get 140 characters,” to which Alexander
adds, “It’s okay. He can tweet
longer. It’s one of the perks of
heaven.” I love having Alexander home.
The food is plentiful, and
each of us surely consumes more than the 4,500 calories the news has proclaimed as the
average Thanksgiving meal. After
seconds, and thirds by some, the big group splits for a while. Some of the men hang out and talk business.
The rest of us watch a
montage from Jason and Amanda’s exquisite wedding. As I take a few pictures, Alexander comments,
“My mom is now making a montage of us watching a montage.”
We all end up hanging out in
the large den where we light the Channakah candles.
I grab my camera and everyone
reluctantly concedes to a few photos.
It’s
a great day. It always is when my family
gets together.
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