I do not come from a country where we have thanksgiving. I like it but really haven’t felt the true meaning of it exept eating turkey until you drop.

Today Anja was playing outside with girls in the neighbourhood wich she usually doesn’t play with and theyr parents were sitting outside and watching them. I didn’t know them, only seen them here and there. I decided to walk over and talk to them since our kids were playing. We started talking and short into the conversation the husband asks me, what are you doing tomorrow. I kind of didn’t know, I was kind of planning to go over to the galley here but wasn’t sure. Right away he invites me to come over tomorrow at two. I was taken of guard, I didn’t expect it. I accepted the offer. It was a nice feeling. So I am bringing a couple of sixpacks and maybe some wine and I am thinking about making caramel potatoes.

Now I get it.

B.