Thanksgiving! It turns out that it’s my favorite holiday because I get
to see my family, eat, & then spend two (or three if I’m extra slack like
this year) glorious days doing diddly and squat. I mean, I did do laundry &
some cleaning, but mostly I sat on my butt and read, crocheted, and played on
my iPad. Happy sigh.
Sunday, November 19th
I saw this license plate in the drive-through and at first I thought heck yeah I’ll buy Snark Yarn, but then I realized that it was a snarky nurse driving the car and I guess that’s ok too.
I was taking green bean
casserole to work on Monday for our holiday meal & I told Dr. M I was
afraid I would forget it so he put this helpful hint on the counter.
Monday, November 20th
In addition to our holiday meal, we had a little mini bridal shower for one of our assistants who was getting married on Friday.
Tuesday, November 21st
We watched one of my favorite “comfort food” movies. It makes me smile that it has a baby Rihanna in it (she was 23 or 24 here).
Wednesday, November
22nd
A dog in a car will never fail to make me smile. And if I can get a photo I will always text it to Dr. M.
Dr. M says Happy
Thanksgiving from down in the holler!
Thursday, November 23rd - Thanksgiving!
Sunday, November 19th
I saw this license plate in the drive-through and at first I thought heck yeah I’ll buy Snark Yarn, but then I realized that it was a snarky nurse driving the car and I guess that’s ok too.
In addition to our holiday meal, we had a little mini bridal shower for one of our assistants who was getting married on Friday.
We watched one of my favorite “comfort food” movies. It makes me smile that it has a baby Rihanna in it (she was 23 or 24 here).
A dog in a car will never fail to make me smile. And if I can get a photo I will always text it to Dr. M.
Thursday, November 23rd - Thanksgiving!
Lots of photos from today.
We have our group photo, some candids, and proof that I didn’t eat by myself this
year (even though I tried).
Also, here I am trying to
show folks how to do my craft – a little ‘zine with some of my poems. They were
really good sports about it!
Dr. M wasn’t able to attend
(he took lunch to his father so he wouldn’t be alone – unfortunately bringing
his dad to our gathering was not a good idea for many reasons) – but I made
sure he got his Thanksgiving feast anyway!
Friday, November 24th
No matter how many videos I watch I can never get the seeds out of a pomegranate without it looking like a murder scene. Someone on Instagram said that the cutting board & knife photo looks like the cover of a cozy murder mystery. Ha!
Sue gave us this amaryllis.
The bulb has wax on it & it’s supposed to not need watering. I’m intrigued
to see how it does!
Saturday, November
25th
Dr. M says: If those metal patio chairs could talk, what tales they’d tell! Pretty sure they are almost as old as me. That picnic table has some age on it, too, but it’s still strong enough to support a catnap. The wood shop is quiet, the tools covered in dust. My 91 year old loves sitting out there in the sunshine, petting his guard cat and glaring at the falling leaves. Some days he is present, asking significant questions and trying to understand my answers. Today he was lost in memories from well over 70 years ago. And the guard cat slept on.
I made a sleeve for my iPad
and then decided to frog it. I really liked it, but it was a smidge too small.
Unfortunately I think adding a couple of stitches to the width is going to make me lose that
excellent accidental color pooling (it will look more like that middle section). We shall see!
I ate persimmon pudding, banana pudding, corn pudding – ALL THE
PUDDINGS! Also, my family is pretty cool. Did you enjoy your holiday?
No matter how many videos I watch I can never get the seeds out of a pomegranate without it looking like a murder scene. Someone on Instagram said that the cutting board & knife photo looks like the cover of a cozy murder mystery. Ha!
Dr. M says: If those metal patio chairs could talk, what tales they’d tell! Pretty sure they are almost as old as me. That picnic table has some age on it, too, but it’s still strong enough to support a catnap. The wood shop is quiet, the tools covered in dust. My 91 year old loves sitting out there in the sunshine, petting his guard cat and glaring at the falling leaves. Some days he is present, asking significant questions and trying to understand my answers. Today he was lost in memories from well over 70 years ago. And the guard cat slept on.