A Week at Home and a Thanksgiving Table

A week at home in San Marcos, and it ended with the Thanksgiving table set. The dog claimed the patio chair in the afternoon and sat there against the white pillow with the tassels, watching whatever dogs watch, and by evening the sky over the ridge had gone orange down toward the water while the neighborhood lights came on below.

Inside, the table came together after dark: the linen cloth, the turkey plates on the gold placemats, the mismatched goblets in blue and amber and green, the ceramic pumpkins down the middle. The feathered napkin rings looked better than expected once they were all lined up. The bar cart got restocked while we were at it.

We lit the green tapers to see how it would all read at dinner. Blew them out again before bed, but the candlesticks are staying where they are until the actual day.