“Hello, my name is
Lisa, and it’s been 20 days since my last blog post…”
I’ve emerged from my turkey coma this evening long enough to
try and get a post up since the dust is gathering on this blog. It’s been a very good day with The Husband and
my daughter. We feasted on the
traditional fare of the day, eventually.
I say “eventually” because one tradition I never miss on this day is the
annual “event in which the timing of Thanksgiving dinner is thrown completely
off.”
This tradition began several years ago with the very first
Thanksgiving dinner I attempted to cook at my own home. The short version is, my stove had been moved
out from the wall for some reason which now eludes me, and when it got put
back, the plug did not get pushed fully back into the outlet. This gave the stove just enough juice to turn
on the light that indicated the oven was on, but not enough juice to actually
heat the oven. Two hours later I still
had a cold bird, hence the timing problem.
Throughout the years when I have cooked the meal, there have been
various such events, all with the same effect of keeping everyone waiting to
eat.
This year was no exception…
His best "I'm starving" look |
This year’s “event” was due to my own poor planning. I had two pies to bake and a cold dessert
that is always made the day before
and yet last night this particular bit of knowledge went missing
completely. This morning, when I
realized what I’d (not) done, I started the cold dessert right away but then in
a flash of stupidity, I put the pies in to bake before the turkey instead of putting them in after the meal was cooked (because really, who ever has room for
pie until after the initial turkey coma has passed?) and the pumpkin pie
stubbornly refused to get done. True to
form, we ate precisely two hours later than I had planned. And we were thankful. At least all the food turned out very good.
Our house is set to be finished by the middle of December,
so things are getting a little crazy in trying to get ready for the move. By crazy, I do NOT mean that I’ve actually
packed more than a couple of boxes. That
would be way too organized. Instead, I
plan to pack everything in two days’ time in a frantic rush, piling things haphazardly
into boxes that will be too heavy to lift.
And yes, I’m okay with that.
On the knitting front, I’m trying to stay focused on
Christmas stuff in the limited time I have to actually knit and I have been
only partially successful. Two projects
in the works, two more not even started, one is all finished but the seaming –
will I be done in time? Perhaps, as long
as I keep my knitting out of the overstuffed moving boxes.
So here’s a little poetic rundown of what’s on (or soon to
be on) my needles:
Something pink
And something blue.
Something for my
mother, too:
Something orange, and
violet,
<--Something not even
started yet.
This day we give
thanks for all
Our blessings, both
the big and small.
Among their number are
you, my friends
And this is where my
poem ends.
Cheesy, I know, and yet I couldn’t seem to help myself. Must be the turkey…
Lisa
xoxoxo