The First Victory of 2020

It's been four day snow, and I still can't believe I survived 2020's Friday the Thirteenth.

Sure, it wasn't the greatest day of my life. The laundry piled up, the billing cycle rolled on and we still don't have clear-cut election results.  But hey, I'm still standing, right? That's something.

So in my still-standing capacity I might as well turn my thoughts to Thanksgiving.

I'll be honest: ten days to go and I still have no idea what I'm going to do about our very American holiday.

Options:

1. Stay at home.  This unfortunately would involve cooking, and I haven't made a Thanksgiving dinner in years. I can't even remember what you're supposed to have, except of the turkey and a boatload of carbohydrates.  I do remember something about the annual crop of Beaujolais Nouveau arriving just around Thanksgiving.  Maybe that's all we'll need.

2. Eat out.  Usually a viable option, but doesn't come with leftovers. Not good. And with the new "socially distanced" restaurant seating we'd be lucky to get in the door.

3. Order a dinner from local fancy-schmancy restaurant. Problem: I don't think they're doing it this year.  And as I recall, if you tell them it's for four people they tell you all you need is a turkey breast. Seriously? A turkey breast? What kind of Norman Rockwell look is that?

4. Cross fingers and hope for a last-minute invitation to someone else's house. That's right, put myself on Santa's Freeloaders List. Again.

Maybe I'll check out Pinterest and try to get inspired by all those pictures of perfect Thanksgiving dinners.  I'm sure those don't even exist in real life. But I have no quibble with that. One year I snapped a photo of someone else's Thanksgiving turkey and put it up on my own FB page just for appearance's sake.

Hey, whatever works, right?