thankful, new sheets, table of gourds

Kim holding what Flora made at school today...pretty sure that the teacher "helped" with the project of being thankful... Flora has four year old developmental writing skills, which is to say, scribble. They are all going to Seattle  for Thanksgiving, otherwise they would be here. Anyway, Emily and I thought that Flora would have been more grateful for Bluey and candy - I think she got a nudge from. teacher.  

Dinner has been narrowed down to 14, I think. I made stuff today and put the table together. Washed new sheets for Erik . They are incredibly soft Turkish cotton flannel.  Such a DEAL from the Homestore! I also bought new place mats , napkins and table cloths for loooooooong table-  All in all very little cash was parted with . It is a great store at the moment, how long it will last is anyone's  guess, but I won't need anything ever again. Family will be  scattering. Big dinners- a thing that just will be no more, I reckon. I say "poo".

 How many orphans can sleep on the new pillow? That was the contest this evening. 

 

Tomorrow the turkey will be prepared, the apples and walnuts will be chopped, and that is that.  

Erik will be driving up after work, six hour drive- sleep, eat thanksgiving dinner , sleep and leave the next morning in time to go to work, six hour drive back. I hope that holiday traffic is not hell. Full of tryptophan  , staying alert on the road could be challenging. I am so excited to see him- it has been ages! 

There are gourds on the table instead of flowers, it is their time to shine. 

fingers crossed the frozen brick of a bird thaws overnight. If not, I will just toss it in the bath with me until it snaps out of it. It will be like bathing with a dead baby, I am afraid...maybe i will come up with a better plan.  

Tomorrow we will  go over to Peter's to witness his daughter's signature on something that one must do  when one's father dies. We won't linger, there is still cleaning to be done, shoving things into bags and tossing them  under the stairs. "my , how tidy your house is, Linda Sue. You are adulting well." 

The weather is cooperating, warm and rainy.  Street lights come on at four in the afternoon.  And so the long sleepy winter drags on like a giant , wet , dark , slow  slug. This is just the beginning, by March we are all  felling close to suicidal- every time.  One might think we would be used to it by now. 

 A dark house in a dark area of the world, why paint your house so dismally? I guess because it matches the climate? There has been a trend of painting houses charcoal and black and whatever this color is. 

Cute house across the street from Jesus's House. Dark as night, trendy!