Wife, writer, tinkerer, grower of food. I'm happiest outside our rambling farmhouse with a basket looped on my arm, picking dinner from the garden. That's joy right there. Please follow along; I'm so glad you're here!
My Nutcracker Suite Pandora station has been playing a little louder this week. It's about at the point where I don't want to do anything else but sew and craft and write Christmas cards-- and it truly seems early for that. But, I remind myself, I have a scant three weeks after Thanksgiving to get everything ready-- the house, the gifts, the meal-- and it will fly.
So I'm starting early. Patrick hasn't been out of the house much lately. Almost: he hasn't been out of the house enough. It's so ironic-- I spend all summer wishing him home home home, so we can have a campfire and yard beers and walk the Del-- and now I want him to disappear so I can tuck myself away in my office and play with glitter. Sigh.
Tomorrow, my parents and my aunt and Patrick's parents are all coming for a pre-Thanksgiving dinner. Since I don't usually get to spend Thanksgiving with my family, doing a big meal together before the holiday seems to be the best of both worlds. And I get to host it, but without all the pressure of mashed potatoes and stuffing and pie. I'm super excited about the menu.