(Here’s a Thanksgiving story for you … )
November 28, 2019
Dear Mom,
I told him not to, but Andy brought out that damn baseball again and set it on the table before dinner.
He did it while I was in the kitchen trying to keep the turkey from drying out. (You have to tell me again … I brined it for days. I set an alarm and basted it every 15 minutes when it was in the oven, just like you said. My hand is numb from all the basting. That’s not permanent, is it?)
Andy was threatening to deep fry again. He’s going to set the neighborhood on fire with that turkey deep fryer. So, I went out to the garage covered it in dish soap and the kids’ school paste last week. (Thanks for the idea.) I blamed the neighbor kids. Halloween prank, I said. It saved Thanksgiving, but he’ll have it cleaned up before Christmas unless I figure out how to make it disappear for good.
I told Andy this year we needed a peaceful Thanksgiving. Leave the baseball alone. The thing is disgusting – it smells of dead mouse. (If we all die of the plague, you’ll know why.)
“But, it’s tradition,” Andy says.
I can’t even grab the ball off the table because my hand is still numb from all the turkey basting. (Not permanent, right?)
It’s too late, anyway. There’s the knock at the door.
The knock that comes as soon as the Thanksgiving meal is set out. As soon as the turkey is carved, the potatoes mashed, and the Tofurkey is on a plate for Lily, who has suddenly decided she’s going vegan this year.
“Don’t answer it.” I say that every year. I might as well be talking to the cat. Lily and Sam hear the knock, sit up straight, eyes lighting up. Sam yells, “YESSSS!” and Andy smiles because he thinks he’s raised them right.
Right enough to know you always answer the door on Thanksgiving when the baseball that smells like a dead mouse is sitting on the Thanksgiving table.
Even when I say, “Don’t answer it.” Because we all know who it is.
It’s Babe Ruth.
Who’s going to believe that Babe Ruth comes to our house every Thanksgiving, when he’s been dead for 70 years? Continue reading