Stuffing Strut 2010 is now history

It's 8:30 pm on Thanksgiving. The 5k run is done -- perhaps not in ground breaking time, but still fine. The runners are certainly thanking the cosmos for the rain stopping at race time. Then home again, jiggety jig, where my stalwart spouse has accomplished poultry roasting and a lot of helpful decluttering. I manage to get a shower, but folks are arriving before Doug has a chance. He gets one in later anyway. This is a pretty relaxed group! We put up the tables arranged chairs, put on covers and set the silverware. The turkey has been cooked, carved and eaten, along with mashed potatoes, stuffing, squash, green bean casserole, rolls, venison from the Swartz Creek gang, and a handsome array of pies and an interesting pumpkin roll. Water, cider, chocolate milk and water are copiously quaffed. Football is watched and euchre played. Phone calls to distant family are made and catching up done with those close. Leftovers are bagged and loaded. Coats are donned and goodbye hugs exchanged. Car doors slammed and engines started. Tired but happy, my husband and  I relax with a little more football and then a Netflix. The cats, ever xenophobic, have re-emerged. All is quiet once more. Setting furniture back to "normal" can wait until tomorrow. The clutter will re-establish itself without our trying. But for now, I am thankful for my mellow.