Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and despite my repeated promises to myself to have a “small and low-key day” (I was actually considering going out to eat) I am expecting 21 people to show up at my house.
I guess that’s what happens when you put an open invitation out to everyone you know. It’s how I roll.
Tabby, who dislikes holidays just about as much as I do, likes Thanksgiving because:
- It’s an uniquely American holiday
- It isn’t religious
- It’s not about giving or receiving gifts, even for children (this I love, and I’ll add that there isn’t any card that must be sent or thematic candy that gets foisted on my kids)
- When she first moved here from England, a student from her spin class invited her to join his family for dinner even though he didn’t know her. This spirit of generosity and inclusiveness impressed her.
My preparations for tomorrow consist of preparing the bird (I posted the recipe here), making gravy and roasting green beans with almonds and garlic. No biggie. I even talked Harmy into making my apple pie recipe. Woot!
Last night I got pretty close to blowing the whole thing when Lonny and I went over to a friend’s house and played Rock Band. A few G&Ts into it I was like, “DO NOT LET ME FORGET TO REFRIGERATE THE BIRD! SUCK MY KISS!” That would have been bad.
No, cooking dinner and figuring out seating for 7 children and 14 adults is no biggie. It’s all the bags everywhere that worry me.
I’m not going to get mad.
Lonny is deep in his Coats for Colorado drive. He picks up donated coats and sorts them for the Deacon’s Closet that distributes coats to the needy.
People are feeling pretty generous because every other day he brings in bag after bag of coats. Right now my dining room is pretty much impassable. But he’ll get the stuff out of there, he always does.
If there is one thing he is great at, it’s rallying the house for a party. I just need to stay calm.
After an unusual dry spell in my second floor rental, we had a guest arrive yesterday which meant I had to get the last of the bins out of there. I was irritated at the vacancy in our calendar but now I see it was a tremendous gift. I needed that room for staging.
What seemed like just a few bins actually looks like quite a bit more. Fortunately Shé is showing up today to help.
I’ve been chipping away at my office without her, she’ll be so proud. I always move in stages.
- Move everything into roughly the right place.
- Shove everything in closets and drawers to give the impression of tidiness.
- Take everything out of the closets and drawers and put them away in their proper place, hopefully after getting rid of at least half of what was there.
So it gets better, then worse, then better again. It looked great in here yesterday but now it’s all exploded again.
Part of what I’m doing is collecting all the loose photographs and putting them in a box. Mike’s Camera will scan an entire box of loose prints, put them on a CD and an on-line account, and print out a proof book. Imma do it!
I also have this large stack of magazine articles I wrote. I’ll keep a couple of the original mags, but I’d like to scan the articles and put them on the blog under their own printed publications tab.
Everything else is getting scanned, consolidated or donated. I hardly used my office or the abundance of supplies that went with it.
The closet and dressers are still jammed with Lonny’s stuff. I’d like to move my clothes into the closet eventually, I’ve been sharing a closet with the boys since we moved to the main house.
Time to cut the crap.
I got rid of a whopping 88 things today! Happy Thanksgiving!