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The family could not be together So we counted on turkey meals twice. Our son made a feast for us Wednesday With our grandkids – both yummy and nice. And today, after much trepidation, Our daughter came home for a night. We had ordered a turkey and trimmings, All the foods that we knew would delight. But our order was never delivered – Just a glitch they could fix, we supposed. Yet connecting with customer service, We found out that the warehouse had closed. So my husband dug into our freezer, Found some chicken and mashed up some spuds. With some veggies and salad and ice cream We’ll have dinner without any duds. There’s an irony here to acknowledge – In my daughter’s group home they will eat All the turkey day food they can manage And, most likely, dessert that’s a treat. But if given the choice of tradition Or a (lately) rare visit with us, I am certain she’d choose eating chicken For her dad is the cook. (That’s a plus!)

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Date: 11/28/2020 9:57:00 AM
Necessity IS the mother of they say. Seems to me, Ilene, you had a perfectly delightful T-Day, after all. And what a treat for us PSoupers that you have let us enjoy it, too.
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Date: 11/27/2020 10:48:00 AM
We can always count on you to deliver something delicious! Aloha! Rico
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Date: 11/26/2020 5:20:00 PM
I am grateful that you saw your children, even if it could not be at the same time. It sounds like a wonderful time in spite of this precarious time.
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Date: 11/26/2020 3:26:00 PM
Wondering, about ‘trepidation’ ‘group home’ and ‘rare’ visit. Do you have a special daughter?
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