Not sure what karma is trying to tell me...

So for the first time in 12 years, I decided to stay in DC for Thanksgiving and spend it with my dad's family. (Previous years have been spent with my mother's family in either NY or Florida.) Part of my decision was based on my current financial state, but I also knew how excited my dad was to have me in town, especially since he's hosting the dinner this year for the family.

So in a twist of fate (bizarre one? karmic?), my father had to go to the emergency room early yesterday morning for an intestinal issue. It appears he'll be okay, although surgery is still a possibility. However, all signs currently suggest he won't be able to be discharged until after Thursday's dinner.

This leaves me helping my stepmother all week with the redecorating, moving of furniture, shopping, learning how to "brine" a turkey, and cooking required to feed 17 people for Thanksgiving. Obviously I don't mind, but it hardly seems fair.

Add it to the pile I guess...