on Thanksgiving and the day after
Nov. 25th, 2011 04:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mmegaeraEarly yesterday morning, after having determined the night before that, no, I did not buy evaporated milk when I bought the pumpkin, I ran to the grocery store, which, bless them, was open for the morning hours for idiots like me.
Then I baked the usual pumpkin and cherry pies, and hied them and myself off to my friend Loralee's house. I have sort of a standing invitation to have Thanksgiving dinner there when I'm in town (I used to occasionally not be in town for Thanksgiving, but I've got the distant relatives all trained to not expect me to travel on holidays now).
A good time was had. I met Loralee's granddaughters' boyfriends for the first time. Together they look rather like Mutt and Jeff. And of course way too much good food was eaten. You know that's a big turkey (a shade under 25 pounds, or so I was told) when you can slice the thigh meat as you would the breasts. Loralee also makes killer mashed potatoes, among many other goodies.
The pies were well-received (I have been told, jokingly, I think [g]) that it's the pies who get invited, but since they can't drive I'm allowed to come along, too).
Then I came home and kept up the 2000+ words a day thing. I was wrong about the 2000 word deficit -- apparently I can't count, but, yes, if I keep up the 2000 words a day thing, I will have 50,000 words at the end of November 30th. I really need to learn to do basic math, or at least to teach the spreadsheet to behave itself.
It is now June, 1898, and Karin and Will and Eric are on their way down the headwaters of the Yukon River, participating in one of the most singularly insane flotillas in history. 'S fun.
Today I did not set foot out of the house. I have serious objections to the whole concept of Black Friday, and in particular to those stores which start it before 9 am on Friday morning (i.e. every store in the United States). So now I have written (not enough, will write more tonight), and cleaned house. Almost done with the latter. Will finish up tomorrow.
I really do wish Elena was not quite so fascinated with the vacuum cleaner. One advantage to having the cats terrified of it is that the chance of accidentally vacuuming a feline body part is much, much less.
I hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving. I am, like Lois Bujold (she said so on the list) all turkeyed out. At least for now.
Then I baked the usual pumpkin and cherry pies, and hied them and myself off to my friend Loralee's house. I have sort of a standing invitation to have Thanksgiving dinner there when I'm in town (I used to occasionally not be in town for Thanksgiving, but I've got the distant relatives all trained to not expect me to travel on holidays now).
A good time was had. I met Loralee's granddaughters' boyfriends for the first time. Together they look rather like Mutt and Jeff. And of course way too much good food was eaten. You know that's a big turkey (a shade under 25 pounds, or so I was told) when you can slice the thigh meat as you would the breasts. Loralee also makes killer mashed potatoes, among many other goodies.
The pies were well-received (I have been told, jokingly, I think [g]) that it's the pies who get invited, but since they can't drive I'm allowed to come along, too).
Then I came home and kept up the 2000+ words a day thing. I was wrong about the 2000 word deficit -- apparently I can't count, but, yes, if I keep up the 2000 words a day thing, I will have 50,000 words at the end of November 30th. I really need to learn to do basic math, or at least to teach the spreadsheet to behave itself.
It is now June, 1898, and Karin and Will and Eric are on their way down the headwaters of the Yukon River, participating in one of the most singularly insane flotillas in history. 'S fun.
Today I did not set foot out of the house. I have serious objections to the whole concept of Black Friday, and in particular to those stores which start it before 9 am on Friday morning (i.e. every store in the United States). So now I have written (not enough, will write more tonight), and cleaned house. Almost done with the latter. Will finish up tomorrow.
I really do wish Elena was not quite so fascinated with the vacuum cleaner. One advantage to having the cats terrified of it is that the chance of accidentally vacuuming a feline body part is much, much less.
I hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving. I am, like Lois Bujold (she said so on the list) all turkeyed out. At least for now.
