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Hi again. Yep… Still Sophie. Yesterday was Canadian Thanksgiving, which I guess is like American Thanksgiving only there are an equal number of awkward sorries to go along with all the thanks. Badum-tschhh. But seriously, folks… It’s more or less the same. I made the interesting choice to host TWO Thanksgiving dinners this year because I always am looking for a way to justify the fact that I purchased a 12-seat dining room table. The first was for my incredibly large choir. There were over 40 of us and, although it was potluck-ish, my roommate and I still managed to make something like 10+ dishes because we are addicted to being good hosts. Yesterday was a more intimate dinner with just 15 close friends. My darling sister and I are Thanksgiving orphans this year because our folks are off in Ireland, so she came over to help poor (recovering) vegetarian me roast two rather sizeable chickens. We also managed to also crank out veg/non-veg stuffing, veg/non-veg gravy, some amazing cream cheese mashed potatoes, roasted parsnips, turnips and onions, mashed acorn and butternut squash, maple-glazed carrots, creamed corn, kernel corn, rolls, cranberry sauce, mulled cider and two pumpkin pies with whipped cream because sometimes you just have to do it up, right? Both dinners went off without a hitch and the clean-up was surprisingly painless. Thanks to host gifts, we now have enough wine to last us until kingdom come. Who wants leftovers?
Camille in her hospital bed, making that cast work.
Camille’s Thanksgiving was decidedly a little less involved (though I would have shipped her some paleo/primal options if I could) as she actually ended up staying in the original hospital a little longer. She’ll be transferred soon, hopefully get her surgery and be out not soon later, so it seems like we’re still working with roughly the same timeframe. She’s poked in briefly on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter to say a little hello, including the charming selfies I’ve included here. As you can see, she’s smiling and well enough to write in reasonable bursts, so she’s certainly on the mend. Mike and I had a good talk today and he seems as optimistic as she is, so it’s all good. He was also working out some compilation videos so he can spend the rest of the week just focused on her various transfers and adjustments.
Only this woman could look like a classic beauty in a hospital bed.
Another week with more to overcome, but she can and will do it. And just think how excited she’ll be to see all of you and your messages here when she comes back. Thanks for your continued patience and sustained support. This year, I was thankful that Camille’s accident wasn’t any worse than it was. I imagine we’re all quite thankful of that, regardless of whether or not you celebrated this fact with pie.