Things looked dire this morning when Joe told me that after he came in last night, he yanked on the handle a couple of times and it fell off. And the oven still refused to open. I couldn't be angry with him because I had pulled on the handle myself, only not as hard.
This morning I talked to Deb about bringing the turkey there. I had it all ready to go, and she was preheating her oven, when Jim came by to perform a last-ditch investigation.
He fiddled with this and that and still, it looked like the oven would not succumb.
"It's frustrating, isn't it?" Joe asked.
Jim wasn't ready to give up, and suddenly, a Thanksgiving miracle happened. The door opened! We all high-fived, and we called the turkey transfer off. Jim said it had something to do with the lock being slightly out of position. Whew.
It was kind of hard to open with the handle missing, but two small end pieces remained to pull on. The fate of the oven, and of the attached broken microwave, is a problem for another day.
I puttered around doing a few things such as fixing the flower arrangements, getting down the serving dishes and getting out my mother's silver serving pieces, with some jobs remaining such as ironing the tablecloth so that Katie could set the table.
I took my time eating a bagel and reading the paper.
Maddie needed to be walked, so I took her out in the early afternoon, not checking the time. We went around the lake twice, talking to people along the way. When I got back home, Ben was at the door. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" he asked. "They're coming in half an hour!"
What? I actually did not have any idea what time it was. I thought it was 2:30, but it was an hour later.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm a moron."
"Do you expect us to disagree with you?" someone asked.
"No, but I figure if I criticize myself first, then nobody else will be able to," I said.
"Actually," Jim said to Joe, "I think she really didn't know what time it was."
If we were married, this situation might have led to a fight. Sometimes being divorced and friendly is so much easier.
Anyway, the kids and Jim finished up while I changed. Deb, Charlotte and their black lab, Mary Margaret, arrived just a couple of minutes before I came down.
The turkey was delicious, as was everything else. We were all in good spirits.
We gave thanks for health, family, friends and of course good food and a warm, safe place to live. Ben gave the "Al Gordon" speech in honor of my father, who loved to say that despite our country's flaws, it is still the best country in the world.
If the oven were a person, it should have given thanks that we did not beat it to pieces before it finally gave in.