We haven't had a thanksgiving dinner here since 2006. Just how things turned out. In the fall of 2007 my wife headed out to Las Vegas to help with her dying aunt. Yeah, she took "family leave" to do it. So that year I was kind of alone. Except my mother lives in a retirement center and decided we should come there. Along with his brood. As sometimes happens in those events, we had a milestone family moment.
We all sat down in the big dining room, but my youngest grand daughter kind of presented a minor problem. So we debated who should stay with her while the others went for food. Her mommy insisted so I got up to go. When I vanished behind a screen shielding the food from the diners, the GD let out a bellow like only a 1 year old can. It was GWANDPA! There was no way she was risking losing me in that room. But the room was full of other diners, I'd guess all of which were grandparents. Everyone got a good laugh out of it.
Better still, we finished, said our goodbyes, and everyone headed out. I got home, took a nap, and got restless. Fired up my big chainsaw (Stihl 660M) and tore into the riverbank. Then along came a committee of neighbors. All inviting me to come share the holiday with them. Seems they felt sorry for me, working like that. Many knew my wife was away. And I was cutting wood because I like to, not because anyone was pressuring me. Up until then, I could decide what I wanted to do, and it was cut wood! Well meaning people, but I was happy doing what I wanted.
So since then we've gone to Grandma's. Even if it is a retirement center. For me, the best part is no leftovers. I understand there are some who like them. Me, I prefer not having a corpse in the fridge for a week.