Dish washing, yam boiling, celery chopping, pie crust all over the table, onions blending their fragrance (pungently) with that of the three gifted kittens in crates in the kitchen. Liz went down to Gordie and Marie's yesterday and brought home two short haired calicoes and a long-haired black and white tom. Can you imagine a farm running out of barn cats? Me neither, but we only have four old cats and the two little yellow ones I got at Wal*Mart last year left. (Speaking of the scents of Thanksgiving preparations, I just remembered why I don't like cats in the house. Yowsa, tomorrow will be better on that front I hope.)
Liz is cooking the dinner this year (she did last year too because I had the flu) but I helped with the shopping and am helping with the clean up. We hit the stores at 6:30 this morning to miss the crowds and it worked out well. However, we had a touch of excitement on the way home. We were just leaving Johnstown when something black banged off the windshield leaving behind a mark. It made an incredibly loud CRACK sound and scared the heck out of both of us. At first I thought it was a rock from someone's tire and I looked around for a truck or car, which might have thrown it. There was nobody there! Liz thinks it was a spent bullet and I suspect that she may be right.We were right next to an abandoned farm. We didn't need any coffee after that I can tell you!
Would you believe kids over at school were really giving her a hard time yesterday because she is doing the cooking? I don't mind a bit doing it myself. However, she asked a couple of weeks ago if it was all right if she did it. The kids all learned to cook partly from their late grandmother, some from me and some from my mom. They all like to. However, her buddies think it is cruel that we are letting her undertake such a big meal. She says if she had been born just a couple of generations ago she would be married by now and cooking for her own family and doesn't care what they think.
Gee, I'm glad she's not (married and cooking for somebody else I mean). It is nice to lean back and watch someone else doing all the chopping and rolling and boiling. However, it is back to the salt mines for me I guess....well, actually, the kitchen sink. I am waiting for the woodstove to get some more water hot for me and then I will tackle more of those darned dishes.
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My daughter is married and in her own house. She has invited us for dinner for the last few years. I must have done something right. hehe
Hi Jan, ain't it grand? It was so nice to have pies and good things being cooked all day and not participating. lol
I'm not having to cook dinner this year, either...we're going to our son's. Sweet.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Stacy, happy Thanksgiving to you too! Thanks
Have a great thanksgiving too!
Thanks WR!
What a great post! LOL!
Holy cow! Your flying bullets stories give me the heebie jeebies! I cannot BELIEVE year after year idiots just shoot their guns like that!!! Boy it makes my blood boil.
My dad and brothers went hunting every year and I am glad to say they were very astute and careful hunters. (My dad was a gunman and gun seller, too). I'm sorry to see such responsibility go south...
Please take care!
Mrs. M, it scares me too. Alan passed up two excellent shots at large bucks because he didn't like the potential trajectory of his shot if he missed. That is how I want him to hunt, not firing at a busy highway at the edge of a city. I will have to take a picture of my living room windows and post it today. Obviously the damage was deliberate and it was before we lived here, but Dang!!
You are truly blessed. Daughters are wonderful and you must indeed, have done something right :0)
Thanks Cathy, the best part of my life is our children. They have all gone back to school today and the place feels plumb hollow without them.
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