Originally I was going to stay at home alone this Thanksgiving to milk Penny and feed the animals. Yesterday Billy realized he wasn’t going to finish picking the corn in time. Rain is due on Friday so there is some pressure to be done. This late in the season may mean today was the last chance of the year. He stayed at the farm and I drove with the girls to Maryland, where the Dallams and the Leibowitzes have shared Thanksgiving for forty years. I don’t have to tell him too much about our day because he already knows. It doesn’t change in any way that is significant and that is a good thing.
Our Thanksgiving was quiet this year which Billy would have loved. I missed him all day.