Thanksgiving Day

I got up about 9, I think.  Mom was watching the Thanksgivingday parade, Dad thought it was too commercialized and rushing Christmas.  He asked me about using denture cream to hold his overlay in.  He hasn't worn it since the new dentist pulled 4 of his teeth. Since I know nothing about that, I checked on the internet, with no luck.  I fed Mom some ensure after Dad gave her pills.  I juiced broccoli, romaine and carrots.  That got split three ways.  Then I made breakfast.   Kurt arrived after breakfast (about 1).   Dad ate all morning  to see if the denture cream was holding.  Then he slept on the floor of the den.  Mom was ready to go to the Damours for Thanksgiving dinner.  She dictated a Christmas letter, which I typed into my computer.  Then we addressed Christmas cards.  Kurt helped me put the Christmas letter on a thumb drive for Dad.  Then he found and downloaded a really cool free piano app for my tablet.  I combed Mom’s hair with baking soda to freshen it.  William showed up around 3:30.  He and Kurt left together.  Dad put Mom in the Oldsmobile and I drove the three of us to the Damours.  I had to drive with one hand as the other was needed to shade my eyes from the brilliance of the sun.  We were the last to arrive.  We sat in their den talking while Cecily jumped up every few minutes to check on things that were cooking.  Alfred carved the turkey.  Then Faye and Dad and I were asked to go through the line first to fill our plates.  Mom got to sit at the end of the table.  Faye brought her some food and Cecily had pureed some beef stew for her.  Sadly it was not a good night for swallowing.  Dad more than made up for it, though.  I had a plateful, but could not go back for seconds.  Chris assured me that I could come back next year anyway since I had borne them a granddaughter.  Dad went back for seconds and then had dessert.  Chris got Michele on Skype and brought her to the table.  We had a good time talking to her and seeing the things she bought in Japan.  The party broke up about 10.  I guess we all left about the same time.  I drove Mom and Dad home.  I hoped he would sleep on the way, but I guess he only sleeps when he’s driving.  He brought her in the house.  We tried to feed her, but she still wasn’t swallowing.  I laid on the floor while Dad managed to get another Ensure in her.  Then we took her to the back to clean up a mess we hadn’t suspected.  I read to her from her book.  Dad came back to brush her teeth, and then we put her splints on and put her to bed.  I came out to blog and hopefully Dad went to bed.  

* Getting ready to go after the celebration.  *