And, they didn't even have turkey and stuffing!
Still, I think little Kenny and Joe acquired the Thanksgiving snooze syndrome from watching the rest of us stuff our tummies with all those calories.
Twas a lovely meal with great company last evening at Willie and Debbie's house.
My sisters, a friend of Debbie's and her brother sat with us around the holiday table.
In between bites came reminiscing as often happens on turkey day.
Ellen told how her mother always made pecan pie tarts for holiday meals. She confessed that when she found some at a local grocery store, she cried, thinking of her mom.
We all agreed that the dedicated, hard-working moms of those days wore themselves, with no complaints, out from dawn 'til dusk in the kitchen preparing the gigantic meal for the family.
At our family home on North Boyer, a bachelor named Roy Speer who lived over on Great Northern Road would sometimes come for Thanksgiving dinner, often competing with my older brothers in a contest to see who could eat the most.
Those at last night's table all agreed that their eating capabilities had diminished considerably over the years.
And, that's a tough situation because when the desserts came to the table, our desires to try the pecan tarts, the blueberry tarts, the peach pie, the pecan pie, the blueberry pie and the apple pie with a side of whipped cream remained heavy on desire but light on satisfying the goal.
Still, we put a dent in the dessert offerings.
A fun time was had by all.
But wait! The evening wasn't over!
Another full menu of college basketball was still enticing fans on ESPN, and, for those of us in the ZAGnation, the final course featuring Gonzaga and Portland State wouldn't air until 9:30 p.m.
"Record it," I heard Laurie say.
Nah! I thought. We'll hang in there for the next two hours for the game to begin.
Bill and I headed home to get comfortable and to find ways to kill time before the ZAGS game would finally start---12.30 a.m. on the East Coast---and, by the way, about 90 minutes after my usual bed time ON days when I haven't consumed four times as many calories than usual.
Bless me Father for I did not watch the game in its entirety.
I succumbed to slumber.
In between those deep slumbers, I would wake up and see that the ZAGS were ahead and then fall immediately back to sleep.
And, yes, I took Laurie's advice and did record the game, watching the the few minutes early this morning.
Too much turkey, too late a tip-off: that's what happens even if there's a ZAGS game.
Today I see that tip-off with Purdue is a whole hour earlier at 8:30 p.m. PST, still past my bedtime.
But feast day has evolved into leftover day, and I may just not eat as much today.
All in all, it was a wonderful Thanksgiving with gorgeous weather outdoors, a full slate of great basketball games and more than enough good food and friends and family.
Yesterday turned out to be extra special because a story featuring Debbie for Bryant Jones' new website "Humans of Idaho" appeared.
It's a lovely story, which Bryant wrote about a very lovely lady. Photos were taken by Sandpoint's Amy Sawyer Peterson, owner of Selkirk Ridge Photography.
Check out Amy's amazing site:
So, this morning I've also provided a link to the story for folks to learn more about Debbie and her good works here in the community.
Also, I encourage you to pass the link along to others because Bryant has two goals with Humans of Idaho: one, to illuminate people in the state making a positive difference and two, to encourage readers to donate to each individual's special cause.
In Debbie's case, it's the Bonner Community Food Bank where the needs of serving clients in need are ongoing.
So, enjoy the story, pass it on and, if you feel the inspiration, donate.
Thank you.
Happy Friday. GO, ZAGS!
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