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Twas the Minutes before Thanksgiving

26 Nov

Twas the minutes before Thanksgiving when all through the house everyone scurried to pick up the house even my spouse.  My brother and wife arrived with the pies and headed one at a time to the bathroom to freshen from their long ride.  Soon there was a whisper quietly in my ear “Your toilet will not flush for me I fear, could you please come in here”.

I ventured out of my kitchen the first time in six hours to check out the toilet to see what I feared.  The toilet was near overflowing with no plunger in sight.  I searched quickly and found the plunger and used it vigorously but to no progress was seen.  There the two of us stood over the toilet peering into the green colored water and she commented “It’s such a strange color because I took a vitamin this morning”.  I’m not accustomed to commenting on the color of urine but I’m glad she cleared that up for me.  She was clearly embarrassed and asked “Does it do this often?  To ease her discomfort I said “Yes, on occasion”.

I could tell that I was beyond my ability with the toilet at this time so I grabbed my husband and handed the project off to him and I returned to the kitchen.  Soon the rest of my guests started arriving in large numbers, my brother, wife and seven children, my sister and three kids, Mom and Dad and all four of my kids were home.  Twenty five in all and I was truly thankful for our second bathroom upstairs as each arrived looking for a bathroom. 

From the kitchen I could hear all kinds of racket from behind the bathroom door.  It sounded like my husband was doing battle with the toilet behind closed doors.  So I heard him call from inside ” Could you please sent Matt in here?”  I got Matt, my youngest son from the livingroom to tell him his Dad needed his help in the bathroom.  He looked puzzled oblivious to the problem in the bathroom.  He went in not knowing was he was in for.  Soon there was more noise yet in the bathroom.  Then they went down in the basement to get tools.  This can’t be good.  Back in the bathroom they went with tools in hand.  More racket from inside.  I couldn’t help myself.  I had to look inside to see what they were doing in there. 

I peered inside to see the two of them holding the toilet completely upside down shaking it vigorously to dislodge something from the toilet.  I wished I hadn’t looked it was a sight I really didn’t need to see with a house full of guests.  Then my husband reached up inside the bottom of the toilet .  He fished around and then handed me a pacifier that he retrieved from the insides of the toilet.  It seems our grandson who is just 16 months had thrown his pacifier in the toilet this past week.  His mom told me that he had learned how to flush the toilet all by himself.  He had flushed his pacifier and it got stuck.

Everyone laughed when they heard what  plugged it up but as I looked to my sister-in-law I saw a look of great relief to learn that she was not the cause of the plugged toilet.  I was happy for her.   My daughter later said to me “I suppose this is a story I will be hearing over and over for years about how my son plugged the toilet on Thanksgiving.”  I just smiled and said “Yes”

It was time for dinner now that the toilet dilemma was solved.  All the guests had arrived  and the food was ready.  Time to eat.  I had three table spread from one end of my livingroom out into my sunroom so we could all eat at the same table even if it was a long one.  We sat down and my husband said a prayer of thanks before we began eating.  We started passing the food.  We always pass clockwise but at the other end of the table they started passing counter-clockwise so we ended up with a traffic jam of food on one side of the table and none on the other side.  Started again with some instruction and then the food flowed freely.  It was fun to hear the chatter of my youngest nieces and nephews about the quantity of food.  There was very little left for leftovers when dinner was finished. 

Time for pie!  Now for the choices, pumpkin, apple, pumpkin, cherry, and Southern Pecan Cheesecake.  Once again not much left after everyone ate.  Everyone sat back and rested from eating and the cleanup began.  Dishes, dishes and more dishes but there was plenty of help.  After dishes everyone settled into various activities:  a game of Scrabble, other card games, kids playing in the snow, my niece playing her guitar, and others just visiting.  I am thankful this year for a holiday without political arguments that usually flow so freely among my brothers.  I am thankful that so many were able to join us for a day of making memories like a pacifier stuck in the toilet.

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Posted by on November 26, 2010 in Family, Holidays

 

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6 responses to “Twas the Minutes before Thanksgiving

  1. sunshineinlondon

    November 26, 2010 at 10:12 am

    It sounds like a wonderful, cosy and blessed Thanksgiving, Jeanne. Pacifier and all! That’s a sweet memory that you will talk about for years to come.
    Ah, it makes me so homesick for our Christmas dinners together, all at one long table – families are such a blessing.
    Warm hugs from London xx

     
    • flyinggma

      November 26, 2010 at 11:02 am

      Thanks Sunshine! Warm hugs to you in London as well. If you lived closer I surely would have asked you to join our long table. Always room for more. Good luck with the snowman building!

       
  2. The Sidebar Review

    November 26, 2010 at 11:50 am

    That is awesome! I was relieved FOR her about the pacifier … I can picture this happening with my own family!

     
  3. flyinggma

    November 26, 2010 at 12:15 pm

    It’s fun now to look back and laugh. I was so relieved for my sister-in-law. She worries about so much.

     
  4. Joe Clark

    November 30, 2010 at 1:14 pm

    I am catching up on my blog reading and just now got to this. This is awesome! What a tale! Whatever you do – do not let your grandson influence ours…! He can get himself into enough trouble without outside help. Great post!

     
  5. flyinggma

    November 30, 2010 at 1:36 pm

    I don’t think we have to worry too much about them meeting up considering the distances they live apart. My grandson has done things to my computer and my husband’s laptop that we still don’t know how he accomplished them like renaming everything on my husband’s desktop “789”. It took him a while to figure out all of his icons.

     

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