Thanksgiving Dinner, Harry Potter, Driving to Montreal

I was not sure anything would work out today, and it started a little 'off'. Maya's Thanksgiving celebration at school had been scheduled for 1 to 3 PM, so I had moved patients to make sure I could make it. But in the morning I learned that the event was to be held at noon until 2. Maya had written an invitation, which I never saw until I left for the office and it was too late to change all my appointments. I arrived at the event too late to see the performance or to eat.

We had invited the Benichous for dinner and it was Eric's job to purchase enough food for the night but no more than necessary, since we were out for the next few days. I had wanted a traditional Thanksgiving dinner with turkey, so we did have some turkey and mashed potatoes, but otherwise it did not feel too much like the usual sort of dinner I put together. It was good to see the Benichous and celebrate. A policeman came to the house to ask questions about a forged prescription, which occupied far too much of my time. I had bought tickets to the new Harry Potter movie, and Daphne and the children joined Maya's friend Emily and her father at the Senator for the almost three hour dark and gloomy picture. Maya has read the book countless times and knows every detail, and was not too disturbed by the gloominess. I am eager for the series to be over, but they have chosen to take the seventh book and divide it into two movies.

We packed off the Benichous and it took little time to get organized for our trip to Montreal. Eric needed a nap first, so I went to bed in my clothes and woke up at 1 AM. We made a bed for Maya in the back seat of the car and brought her down (still asleep) to place her there just before we drove off. It was raining furiously at the start of our journey. The roads were empty and we made good time to Pennsylvania and then to New York. It was the right decision to wait til early in the morning to drive, and Eric is not disturbed about driving long distances on minimal sleep. I try to get comfortable in the front passenger seat, but drift in and out of consciousness, and get through the journey.