With Thanksgiving dinner Keren had made a whole series of lists and people were given jobs and roles. So here is a couple of photos of people helping out Old Baz (who is 67 as opposed to young Baz who is 60 something) carving up the turkey and Anne and Carla are into the dishes. Now I was given the job of making salads. I knew this because I was given a piece of paper with the job on it. During the week there was a discussion about organizing to move Baz’s table into Keren’s room so everyone could have a seat. I said I was happy to help. Now people back in NZ people know that if they ask me to do something they usually send me an email because if you tell me it goes in through one ear and out the other. I think I was reminded a couple of times about the table verbally but you know me. Well anyway the offer of soccer came my way and so I jumped at it. I got caught up at work so didn’t get home at my usual time. Had a little kip and then off to the soccer. This was while I was supposed to be moving tables. Now the tables are large and heavy and the rooms are small and difficult to navigate. So as I was enjoying the footy my name was mud as Keren was trying to sort the table on her own.
As a result I was reminded that there is no I in team and the word table featured throughout thanksgiving dinner so had to eat humble pie after stuffing my face with turkey and cranberry sauce with gravy and potatoes with sautéed carrots and cauliflower, broccoli!!
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