Yesterday's dinner, my Mom, kids, good friends, and of course, the giant beloved thorn in my side to the right there, who made fun of my turkey carving:
(Him, in all seriousness: "Maybe you should have used a knife?"
Me: "I did!"
Him: "Brahahahaha!! It looks like Mr. Fox tore into it!")
and wouldn't believe I needed to stand on something to reach the cabinet above the fridge until I showed him. (For some reason men love seeing me in my kitchen. I suppose it's true that the way to a man's heart, or something, is through food.)
I do love cooking though. Despite my tiny kitchen, I managed to turn out a respectable feast. With some help from my Mom, who brought the sweet potatoes amd stuffing. She's here for almost two months, renting her own place. It's really lovely to have her here. I like having my Mom around, when she's not staying with me. I think she feels the same way.
The kids and I polished my great-great-grandmother's silver and cleaned, made pies, and set the tables (had a kids' table for the little ones).
There was some yelling when they failed to stay on task several times; but despite it all, we had everything ready, turkey roasting away, by the time people showed up to hang out before dinner.
I love the Holidays. I'm so looking forward to this season. Money in the bank, family safe and sound, and everything working out.
Like today, everything is closed, except our office and the other city-owned garages. (The city offices are closed, of course.) Why they didn't close the garages is anyone's guess. They're all empty. The few of us who showed up are taking it easy. I got to work a little before 11 today and obviously am not working now.
I have work, I just don't feel like doing it. I'm in good company, so we're actually all managing to get a little work done in between gossiping and playing on our phones.
It's a living.