The mercedes turkey is in the oven and has been for about an hour. The rosemary spiced turkey breasts just went in and soon that scent will combine with the caribbean smells of the mercedes. The sweet potato pies are out and cooling on the island. The stuffing is done and waiting its turn to roast. The green bean casserole is also waiting it’s turn and the mashed potato’s won’t be steaming for another 3 hours. The homemade rolls are being rolled at the moment. Miss resembles something between Giada, Barefoot, and Nicky as she flys around the kitchen.
Mom just went up for a nap after she and I washed, dried, and detailed all our cars. Mom even found Missi’s birth certificate under the passenger seat and somehow removed the glaze of Coke, juice, and tea that had formed on the bottom of the cup holders.
Keturah is downstairs locked into the guest bedroom and writing her thesis on some kinda social justice, and social business combination that I’m sure will be GREAT, not good.
Krits and Jordan are playing some kinda word game on her iphone and have been enamored with this since just past dinner last evening.
Taylor is still in his Hugh Hefner robe and locked into Battlefield 3. I can’t tell if he’s winning or losing but he’s definitely in flow.
Andrew is in Berlin enjoying Thanksgiving dinner, German style as I type. He was on the phone with Miss last evening making all the final preperation for the feast. He and one other American are doing all the cooking and you can bet it will be off the hook. The Germans may never be the same…
Nicky, Sue and some of her family are all that remamin to complete the Thanksgiving gathering for us. I hope and trust that you and yours are enjoying your kairos moments together this Thanksgiving and I truly thank you for your support of BTL and your support of me.
The blessing of this work is only matched by the blessing of this life. I’m full and thank you for your part in the filling.
Happy Thanksgiving, my friend. God bless Y.O.U….
BUILT TO LEAD 