No, not really. We wish.
Thanksgiving this year gathered the five Adams in our local nuclear unit, sister Holly and my mom, all three aunts (Isabelle, Grace, Harriet) plus Harriet’s husband Bob; Harriet’s Rebecca and Alison and their husbands and daughters; Isabelle’s daughters Martitia (with her husband) and Adele. “Had a Thanksgiving Dinner that couldn’t be beat. . . .”
Tomorrow we’ll go to Mom’s church, where Nate can practice piano while Margaret and I talk with the minister, and we’ll commemorate my cousin Daniel (Isabelle’s son), who died in the past year. Plus strolling around the town. Etc.