A Turkey Sat On A Backyard Fence

I don't have any turkeys sitting on fences here at the Pines.  My title is the first line of a Thanksgiving song Jack always used to sing to the kids when they were little.  It's about a turkey who sings a "sad, sad song"...Thanksgiving day is coming, gobble, gobble, gobble, and I know I'll be eaten soon....whoa, that sounds so morbid now that I write it down! Ha! Poor kids! Anyway, we had our Thanksgiving dinner with the kids yesterday.  I prepared everything on Saturday and just had to pop the sides into the oven.  Even the turkey was done the day before, sliced and then put into a roaster and warmed up yesterday. All the food turned out great and we gathered together as planned minus a few kiddos who couldn't make it because of work or were out of town.  I took a few pics but somehow I managed to lose them somewhere in my files.  Oh well.  The weather yesterday was great and after dinner we gathered in the living room to look at some photos and talk and laugh.  My son Phil noticed my hubby wasn't around and wondered where he went.  I found him upstairs.  He was in excruciating pain. It appeared to be an incarcerated hernia.  Jack had complained of some pain earlier in the day but it went away and all was good. After dinner all wasn't good!  So he got up to go to the hospital but then proceeded to lose all the dinner he just ate..poor guy!  I took him to the emergency room where he was checked out.  Yes, he had an incarceration but thankfully it reduced itself while we were there.  After some lab work we headed for home.  He sees the surgeon tomorrow and we'll see what happens next.  So turkey day didn't turn out the exact way we planned.  The kids were great and stayed and cleaned up and put all the food away and Jordan stayed with Arnold until we got home.  A little disappointing but still we had lots to be thankful for.  A great family that we did get to spend some time with yesterday and their love and support for their Dad and me as we dealt with an unusual turn of events. Today is our oldest son's birthday.  We had an usual Thanksgiving when he was born 44 years ago.  He was 2 months premature weighing in at 2lbs, 10oz....15in. long. To have a baby that little 44 years ago and have a good outcome is amazing.  Just like Jackie is!  Happy birthday son...we love you!

Then

Now...Time does go by fast! So we'll have a quiet rest of this week, hopefully, and who knows what we'll be doing on Thursday. Counting our blessings? For sure!  I wish everyone a very happy Thanksgiving and hope you're counting all your blessings too.  And if you see a turkey on a backyard fence....well, just let him go!