Posted on 10/20/2020 9:33:20 PM PDT by BenLurkin
‘’”a raw milk artisan cheese””
That’s tomorrow’s mission sorted out... :)
Yeah, but I didn’t mean to... for what its worth...
The Advent Kitteh wants things to be clean, and there’s not time for that (after Thanksgiving) between Friday morning and Saturday night, especially since we’re having friends over for dinner and Scrabble on Saturday.
I bought two chairs that were listed on NextDoor. She wanted $50 each, but we settled on $35.
“Hungry Man dinner and a pumpkin pie.”
I would DO IT IN ONE HOT MINUTE, BUT...
[and there’s always a “but”]
...family, and there’s already been a turkey bought and put in the freezer (which reminds me that I need to begin thawing it)...
...so TV dinner offers no refuge for me; I have to get out there on the culinary stage and do the song and dance number. Uunnngghh.
...
I wonder...do they do Thanksgiving in Perth?
Back in the days when Thanksgiving weekend was Nutcracker weekend, we often ate out. There just wasn’t any energy for cooking after karting kids to all those rehearsals and performances and things.
I’ve still not quite worked out what happens on MeWe when I post on my own Timeline. I THINK my Contacts see it, if I’ve clicked the switch so they can; I am getting responses from folks, so I’m pretty sure that’s how it works. I DON’T think I have to post to each person specifically; if ya do that, I think it sets up a “Chat” that you can, then, carry on with as a sort of sidebar conversation, and there’s some way to add others in, and people can leave the Chat if they want...
I’m enjoying my Groups — TRYING NOT to join too many ‘cuz loss of focus...
I think I’m in about 8 Groups; Free Republic, Tara Ross (LOVE her history posts), and the very nearly obligatory Annoyingly Overmoderated Group among them.
I’m here if anyone needs to know:
mewe.com/i/darrinrice
“Mrs. ArGee wondered if cold could trigger a seizure. I told her I was usually fine.”
THAT was FUNNY! I genuinely laughed so hard my desk shook.
Good to keep one’s sense of humor intact no matter what.
They do celebrate Thanksgiving in Perth, but probably in line with their own “Canada Day” or Thanksgiving in GB, which I seem to have forgotten the circumstances of. Slowly but surely, the world is catching on to American customs. ;o]
Next year, I’ll be celebrating Thanksgiving with my Favorite Son and his family, so this is the last year for Hungry Man and pumpkin pie. I’ll make a pie next year, but I’ll have to adjust the recipe so my diabetic Favorite Son will be able to eat it. I think I’ve made pumpkin pie twice in the last 20 years, and one of those was when I was living in Del Rio.
For now, I’m happy with my choices! I don’t have to get Dressed Up, put on my Sunday Manners and make Polite Conversation. :o]
I’d almost welcome having the two youngest involved in some big production if it’d give me an adequate excuse NOT to go in the kitchen; maybe get Chinese from Panda Express, instead.
“I’ll have to adjust the recipe so my diabetic Favorite Son will be able to eat it.”
LOTS of low-glycemic index sugar replacements out there that aren’t poisonous. Do a bit of advanced research and in-kitchen testing...
Yeah... I know, I know... Dosh garn it, ya gotta make yerself a pie, or three over the next several months to be sure you’ve got it right.
You’ll get it, though, and the results will be as good as Gramma ever made, but without the glucose hit.
You’ve figured out more than I have! Thanks! I was waiting for other people to post but maybe I need to do it first. One of my nephews said he couldn’t contact me because I “didn’t accept posts from strangers,” even though I had sent him an invitation. ;o]
I know about the “Chat” feature, and it’s about the only thing I can do with no problems! I’ll have to look up Tara Ross, ‘cuz I love history, dontchaknow?
No, not too many groups for me, either, but I’ve joined Free Republic (who hasn’t?) and something else...I’ve shut down all sites but this one for the night because I need to head down the hallway and call this a day.
I’ll catch you tomorrow!
I hope you have a good night!
Thanksgiving is blessedly low-key in the church music business. Of course, this year everything will be lower key, and I guess that’s okay. I had a panic attack earlier in the week, with no obvious trigger, which suggests that I’d be a basket case if things got really overscheduled again.
Today’s major cleanup accomplishments were the kitchen counters and the mantel. Tomorrow I have a Spanish spirituality event in the morning (Zoom), and a tentative plan to meet some friends at a park in the afternoon. If I get a really early start, I might clear everything from the desk superstructure and get started sorting it. Once it’s dumped on the dinner table, I’ll have it finished by bedtime, because the alternative is Cats.
I think I’ll spend most of Thanksgiving being thankful for all the things I complain about during the year. Even the bad things are good.
That’s low-key, for sure.
Morning floof sez he’s steppin’ out into the big time!
Good morning.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep, Rocky’s helper came in and started thumping, banging and slamming as she always does when she cleans, and about the time she got done, Brian and Tom did pretty much the same thing, only outside. Our buildings form an “L” so whatever goes on in their joint back yard is amplified in my back yard. Unngh.
And so, the migraine is still here.
I’m going to write to my Favorite Daughter and return her adoption papers to her, then maybe my day will sorta start. (I had to copy them for genealogical purposes.) It’s awfully slow going in the middle of a relapse. This is not a good time to travel to Little Rock. Or anywhere else. :o[
Maybe the government will cancel all travel.
Good morning. I’m going to have breakfast, and then I figure I can clean the stuff from the TV cabinet and the storage cabinet in the dragon room before the Spanish meeting.
And so we tentatively set foot on Friday.
Happy Friday.
It’s Friday. I’m not sure I’m in the mood for it yet.
Well, I’m in the mood for it to not be Thursday.
Yesterday Mrs. ArGee came in and said the car we’d been keeping alive for her wouldn’t steer. The Power Steering’s gone out. We won’t be pouring any more $$ into this one so it’s time to look for its replacement. Not the world’s best timing.
Our daughter won’t be coming for Thanksgiving, either. Someone in her classroom has COVID and she doesn’t want to take a chance on exposing her grandparents.
So, today should be better.
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