Good Morning, Sunshines.
I am back, incase you noticed my absence. I needed to stay focused on the tasks in front of me and blogland tends to distract me. A few days before Thanksgiving my son said he had the day off and would be coming for the Big Day. It's always good to see him and this was unexpected. I dry brined the turkey, something I hadn't done before. It turned out very well. Matthew brought a crumble top apple pie, a perfect end to our feast.
We are now into winter, except no snow. It's currently 9 F/-13 C, with a high of 16 F/-9 C. The horses now have hay outside to keep them warm and happy and I will have a fire later to do the same for me.
So now the real rush of the season starts. I cannot say how happy I am to have all of that behind me. I hope all of my American friends had a good Thanksgiving day.
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I haven't celebrated yet -- tomorrow my son is free and we're doing food together. But yesterday was a lovely day, bit of cooking, reading Oliver Sacks' Gratitude, jigsaw puzzle, afternoon online chatting with friends. I'm glad your day was good, too.
Happy Thanksgiving! I am tired the day after, no cooking today. I don't have the energy for this anymore.
Thanksgiving must involve a lot of work behind the scenes. And then you have to start all over again for Christmas! Perhaps Thanksgiving should be a bit earlier.
What a lovely fire to sit beside.
We couldn't have a fire in the fireplace this TG because we have very high winds and wild fire danger. But I did light a candle on the table center piece. Temps in the low 60's in the day here in So Cal which feels very cold to us LOL.
My day was good. You will have a lovely time tomorrow with your son.
I was exhausted last evening, for no apparent reason, Far Side! I think I hermit too much.
It is an overly busy day. I made everything but the turkey in advance. It took me decades to realize this is possible, nick. Christmas isn't a big deal. I haven't any family other than my son, who is usually working. It's also really important to his wife to spend it with her family, which is ok with us.
I call that the bat cave, Pixie. It's huge and the flue is enormous. It's a giant hole in the ceiling! We only use this one on special occasions or when it's not bone-chilling cold outside. It is like so many lovely things, impractical.
I lived in San Diego as a kid, Marlane. We would spend Christmas going to the ocean. Minnesotans, you know! A candle is nice.
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