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Thanksgiving wrapup

It’s the holiday season, mofos! More importantly there’s only about 3 weeks until the sunshine starts coming back into my life so cheers to that.

This year we had Thanksgiving at my cousin S’s house and I was asked to bring … MASHED POTATOES. You guys. This was big, because mashed potatoes is one of the dishes that is mission-critical to the feast. I was honored and broke out my favorite cookbook — Mark Bittman’s How to Cook Everything — for the occasion.

Mashed Potatoes a la Bittman

If this were a food blog, I’d tell you a 20-paragraph story about how as I peeled fifteen pounds of potatoes to feed my family I fully blossomed into the nurturing mothergoddess I was meant to be, and tie in my vacation to Tibet where I only THOUGHT I found enlightenment but I am not that food blogger so here’s the mashed potato recipe I used. It’s stupidly simple! Potatoes, milk, butter, water, and garlic for one pan. Oh, and I never went to Tibet.

I remember when most of these people were BORN and now they’re adults and I should just lie down now.

WM was running a fever so he stayed home and I flew solo. I made sure he got a plate of leftovers. He’s doing better now and so far I’m still not sick. Win/win.

shopping at the classy places

On Friday, Mom and I went shopping for the first time in five years! I love shopping on Black Friday, which makes me a rare bird anymore. I don’t go out at midnight or on Thanksgiving, so by the time I hit the shops at 8am, the doorbusters are still on and the crowds are friendly. I finished up the gifts for Nephews A and B, bought gifts for various white elephants and my giving tree family and bought myself a copy of a sweater I likely wore in 1989 but is back in fashion.

I was thankful for the shopping because Mom had A SUMMER last year chock full of surgeries and casts and a walker and a knee immobilizer and all sorts of appliances. This time last year I was cropping her cane out of photos. This year she wore me out.

out of shopping practice

We ended up hitting 15 stores.

The rest of the weekend was spent decorating the house while in a food coma. I’ll have pictures of that eventually. Today I worked from home in thick socks and elastic-waist pants. It was divine.

If this were a shopping blog, I’d have a billion affiliate codes and sales to check out, but I’m not that blogger so the only advice I have is this: Target photo is offering 60% off of photo prints today, but only if you get them shipped home. If you’re thinking of filling those empty frames in the basement, or updating the 15 year old photos on your wall, pour yourself a cup of coffee and upload some photos. The interface is crappy, but hey – 60% off is pretty good! Every fall I try to update at least half of the photos in my house. I don’t even have a good photo of Nephew B framed yet — but I will in a few days!

Currently, summer night edition

Relaxing out in the yard. I feel like we did a lot of outdoor work early in the summer, such as planting grass and ripping out 10,000 dandelions and setting up herb gardens, so it would be a shame to miss out on enjoying it.

I wanna sit under my own vine and fig treeA moment alone in the shade

Remembering all the time I spent with family this weekend. Yesterday my cousin had a big ol’ BBQ at his place, replete with food and beer and a firepit and strands of outdoor lights. I am a sucker for outdoor lights. The only factor stopping me from having outdoor lights is that we don’t have outdoor outlets. Otherwise, I’d have my yard lit like a Hallmark movie Christmas Tree Farm, and would never go inside.

I kicked a giant watermelon ball around with Nephew A.

Today, Nephew B was baptized, almost exactly 4 years worth of Sundays after Nephew A. B is a happy and easygoing chap. He has one of those deep husky laughs that seem like they shouldn’t come out of something so small and is instantly delightful.

With the minister, feeling skeptical about that water.

The party afterwards was held in one of the church’s rooms. The lovely Kristen and her husband-who-doesn’t-read-my-blog made sure it was filled with food and plenty of room for the kids to run and play.

Manic Pixie Dream Aunt at your service.

Apparently one of my hidden talents is blowing bubbles for packs of small children. Who knew?

Enjoying another 3-day weekend, because I’m off tomorrow. I was considering taking a ride to Atsion Lake because I haven’t been there since I was a kid. The weather forecast for tomorrow looks crummy. Never fear. I’m also off this Friday (fingers crossed for a beach day) AND next Monday. I’m so glad it’s this summer and not last summer!

Debating a trip to Sonic for a shake. It would require leaving my chair.

Watching Miz and Mrs and Making It this summer. Both shows are funny and warm. Perfect light fare for summer.

Sniffly Monday

I had a draft for Friday 5, but I fell asleep. Such are the breaks.

I was off on Friday. Unfortunately the temp topped out at 70 and the sun was barely out so to the shore I did not go. But! My dad’s visiting from RetiredLand, FL, so I got to go out to lunch with him AND plundered my aunt’s collection of old family photos. Later that afternoon I got some quality cuddle time with Nephew B. He’s 3 months old now!

Celtic Fling 2018

Their mother – my grandmother – was born in the mid-20s. In one of the old albums there were pages and pages of pictures of her and her 3 sisters as young women posing for photos. Against trees, on bicycles, sitting prettily in chairs, etc. And we think current kids take too many photos? Psh. People have been doing this for almost a century. Leave the kids alone.

Saturday night we went to a surprise 50th (!!) birthday barbecue. I think this is my first peer-group 50th party. I’m okay with this and gave WM permission to throw a surprise 50th birthday party. To which nobody will probably go, not because I smell or anything, but because a Labor Day birthday is a kiss of death for party attendance.

Incidentally, we after we made our plates at the barbecue and sat at one of the 3 tables on the lawn. There was a child sitting at the second table, and nobody at the third. All of the chairs were around our table. A group of women (whom I didn’t know) took the chairs from our table and moved them to the third table so they could sit together and not with us. Maybe I do smell…

Who would NOT want to sit next to this?

And speaking of smell, on Sunday we went to the Celtic Fling at the PA Ren Faire. We go (almost) every year and have a blast. This year, I feel like it was deodorant-optional day. It was boiling hot and sunny. I woke up with a cold and even I could smell it. Sunday night I watched Westworld and cried so hard at one part that I didn’t even feel badly about not understanding a good quarter of the show. Maybe I’ll have a better time of it in Season 3. I’ve given up on understanding the Bernards. I’m going to put his past in my “River Song” category of plot constructs that are beyond my comprehension. (This is not an invite to explain River Song to me. I can’t.)

Today I worked from home in my pajamas and all is well.

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