All persons are over the age of 18, and all characters and locations are totally fictional.
Per some valued feedback, I have some edits which I need to put in place. -- storyteller0112
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Thursday, Thanksgiving Day:
Alan's alarm clock radio flipped from 5:59 to 6:00 am, and the melodious tones of Sonny and Cher's "I Got You, Babe" filled the bedroom and invaded his sleeping head. No, this was not a version of "Groundhog Day". There was no snow on the ground, there was no gathering of people in Punxatawny to witness Phil the Groundhog's efforts and meteorological prognostication. It was Thanksgiving Day in Middleburg, and company would be arriving around noon. Alan levered himself out of bed and shambled towards the ensuite bathroom. After a shower and shave, he felt much more human and proceeded to start the first pot of coffee.
He mixed up a double batch of pancake batter, added some maple syrup to the mix, and proceeded to make pancakes for all four of them. He opted for sausage patties this morning, as he preferred to dip his sausage patties in the excess maple syrup. He also made a pitcher of orange juice. To amuse himself, he had his phone in a bowl to provide some resonance, and he directed it to play Jethro Tull's "Original Masters" album. He would dance a little to Ian Anderson's flute and occasionally do some air guitar moves as the moment struck him, much to the horror of Tom and Julie, who were watching from the doorway to the dining room.
"Now I know where you get your love of Jethro Tull from," snarked Julie to Tom.
"Yep, the acorn doesn't fall far from the old oak tree, does it?" Tom sniped back with a big smile for his girlfriend.
"Would the two of you please set the table with plates, silverware, and juice cups?" Alan requested.
"On it, Dad."
The smell of the pancakes and the sausage cooking woke David, and he soon joined the three in the kitchen area. Soon, David, Tom, and Julie were seated around the kitchen table, each with their respective mugs of coffee fixed the way they desired.
"Ok, kids, we've got quite a bit of food prep to accomplish today, so let's get you all fueled up," Alan said, cheerfully. "Let's get this food to the dining table."
The four took the food and drink to the table, assumed their now customary places, and gathered hands to ask for God's blessing. This was becoming a very comfortable custom for Julie. With the food consumed, Alan detailed the menu for the big meal.
"The turkey needs to cook for 3 ½ hours, so it needs to start cooking by 9:00. We're having real mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, stuffing, and both apple and cherry pie with optional vanilla ice cream. Once the turkey is on, the long pole in the tent is the potatoes. Julie, do you have a preference or do you know if your family has a preference for skins in the potatoes or not?"
"I'm going to have to vote for no skins in the mashed potatoes, please."
"That's good to know now. So, washing, peeling, chunking, cooking, and mashing of potatoes is in order. We have two vegetable peelers, so I'm going to designate Tom and David for that. Julie, if you would please be so kind as to prepare Tom's bedroom for overnight guests, that would be most helpful. I'll need to get out the king-size sheets for you." And with that, they stood and took the dirty breakfast dishes to the kitchen. While Tom and David loaded the dishwasher and ran it, Alan got fresh sheets for Julie to change the big bed with.
Alan got the boys to wash the potatoes while he got the 'guest of honor' ready for the oven. With experienced spud peelers on duty, the potatoes were ready for chunking very quickly, and they got the cut-up potatoes sitting in a small stockpot of cold water.
"Well done, men! You make me proud to be a Harrison!" Alan intoned, smiling all the while. "Tom, why don't you go see if your young lady needs your help?"
"Roger that, sir!" Tom snapped a quick salute and headed up to his room to assist Julie with making the space presentable for Rose and Maggie.
David asked to back the car out of the garage so that he might apply the fixative to his latest charcoal drawing, to which Alan agreed.
With the car backed out and the garage door open to promote airflow, David went upstairs to fetch the picture he had drawn of Julie. When he arrived at the doorway to Tom's room, the door was open and Tom and Julie were actively investigating each other's tonsils. He stood there for a few seconds just taking it all in, then tapped on the door a couple of times to get their attention.
"I apologize most sincerely for interrupting such 'stimulating' intercourse," David began, "but a) this is not getting the bed made and the room presentable, and b) I need the charcoal drawing of Julie so I can apply the fixative."
Laughing, Tom and Julie agreed with David's arguments, although Julie did point out that the old sheets and pillowcases had been removed, and their clothing was tidily stored in their bag
"My biggest problem was determining which end of the sheets went to the foot of the bed," Julie admitted.