I kept myself from getting too annoyed with drivers by thinking of Survivor challenges, which, of course, never involve driving. (Though one of these seasons I hope they pay homage to the favorite phrase of so many Survivor contestants, "throw _____ under the bus," by building a challenge around an actual bus. This might be the sort of thing that amuses only me.)
After meeting here, Mom, Dad and I drove out farther to my Uncle Greg and Aunt Peg's house in Dayton for an eight-person, ad hoc pre-Thanksgiving dinner: a thick and satisfying lentil soup (adapted from the recipe at Portland's Der Rheinlander), homemade bread, and even a little bit of rum. Not in a cake, just in a glass. I like. (I've had little if any rum up until now, is the thing.)
Tomorrow is a 10-person meal at my folks' place, once one more pair of aunt-and-uncle shows up. Not our biggest Thanksgiving by a long shot, but I think a smaller gathering is the right Thanksgiving for me for now.