Snarling, then food redemption followed by heavy labor

On Wednesday, the branch secretary wished me a Happy Thanksgiving, and I said "Yeah Happy Arfin' Genocide Day to you too.."That was met by a high pitched giggle as I noticed she didn't follow up by asking where I would spend the day after. Thursday we woke up without a clear plan but after some packing dined on pink linen at a respectable place close by favored by the senior set with the daughters and a boyfriend. I don't care for turkey so I ordered the marinated pork loin Holiday meal...like the turkey plate, it rested on a bed of sauerkraut. We liked the fresh green beans almondine with the bacony sheen. Then we came home and packed some more. After a while Hubby and I took the tot down to Molly's where the regulars, the disolute, the people recovering from their families and those who have none pushed the tables together and shared pot luck. Gumbo, shiesh-ka-bob, ravioli, rutabaga! Hubby ate some rutabagas! Stix was there as well as some other people who had just seen the lights on. My curmugeonly attitude was warmed by the sense of these disperate souls coming together and passing dishes between them. This morning we packed some more. The city, unannounced, placed a large dumpster at the bottom of the hill for neighborhood clean-up. We eased six or seven carloads into it. With the top down, the convertible held almost as much as a pick-up truck. Then we got tubs. And then we packed some more. And now I'm sore. I have to go empty my chest of drawers into another tub. No, I have to go to bed.