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November 28, 2004

Why don’t elephants fly?

Another Thanksgiving under my ever-expanding belt.

By extending the holiday to the entire weekend, Luke and I managed to see all four parental units, plus a high degree of sibling, cousins, aunts and uncles and grandparents.

We’re tired, but feel good. Thursday, at the Greene’s, where Luke’s mom and her whole side of the family convene every Thanksgiving, I was describing to Marinita all the effort and arrangements we had made to see the maximum number of people this weekend. She said, You have to. It’s important.

I agree. Being tired and even at times cranky is a short-lived and easily forgotten state. What you remember later are the conversations, smiles and feelings you had because you made the effort to be with your loved ones.

Thanksgiving dinner, which my mom agreed to serve on the late side so that Luke and I could visit with the Greenes, was one of the most delicious in memory. My mom and sister-in-law Eunice even made California rolls as an appetizer. Not exactly what the early settlers had on their menu, but delicious and refreshing nonetheless. The cornbread was excellent! and there was more food than we could finish.

On Friday, Luke and I woke up really early on less than five hours sleep to fly to Cocoa Beach, Florida, for Luke’s Uncle Jim’s wedding to Machelle. Since airlines don’t serve meals on domestic flights much anymore, we brought all our thanksgiving leftovers — which were delicious the second time around — even cold.

The wedding was beautiful, and we were so impressed by Machelle’s five children, ranging from age five to 13. They were so well-behaved, handsome and warm children. Little Emily was a spontaneous hugger and she even took the microphone to give a toast to her mom and Jim.

Saturday was a luxurious day for us. We had only one plan — to relax until we boarded a 9:40 flight back to NY. The weather was a bit too windy to make it a good beach day, so we just sat by the beach, mostly with Jessie and Micah. We shopped at a massive surf shop — Ron Jon — where Luke managed to win a Limbo contest even though he was pitted against a girl who was literally half his height.

We drove to Orlando to meet Luke’s dad once again before we flew away. We had a loud, laugh-filled meal at an excellent sushi restaurant, Amuri. I had white tuna, also called Escobar, that melted in my mouth, yellowtail with avocado sashimi, fresh sea urchin and other taste-bud bursting fish. What an excellent meal with which to end a whirlwind trip to Florida.

When we arrived back in New York, we met my brother and Eunice, who were staying at our apartment. We caught up a little bit then went to sleep around 3 a.m. Less than seven hours later i was buying groceries for our brunch with dad. I felt generous and happy and splurged an outrageous amount for a half-pound of smoked salmon for our bagels. Luke made his signature scrambled tofu with vegetables.

Jackie and her husband Phil were joining us and my dad, who had shared Thanksgiving with his brother and sister-in-law in Delaware this year. I hadn’t seen jackie and phil in perhaps three years — we couldn’t remember the last time, actually. Everyone was at ease and enjoying Phil’s stories, and I just want to end with my favorite one.

Phil recounted talking to Jackie’s six-year-old nephew who asked him:

Why don’t elephants fly?

Phil said he didn’t know.

His nephew replied:

“Because what would happen if they pooped?”

jeanhee @ 11:21 pm

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