Post-Thanks

 Not that we’ve stopped being thankful now that the holiday is over. We’re still appreciating the good things we enjoyed during our visit to daughter and family.

Ignorant Bliss

 The view from my bed this morning:

It's Coming

 

Probably breaking one of the condo rules here, I’ve just snuck to the woods where I’ve unloaded – to the likely ecstasy of woodland creatures – all the peelings from the apple pie.

Today is pie day, not to be confused with Pi day on March 14, when math lovers celebrate that magical number. I’ve cranked out two, a pecan and an apple, to bring to my sweet daughter’s tomorrow. This hardly counts as work – I’m not even making my own crust as I used to do. An apple pie is fairly labor-intensive, all that peeling and slicing, but you could have a lobotomy and still turn out a tasty pecan pie.

          This is nothing compared to my Thanksgiving days of old. For most of my married life, I was the destination for the holiday, and of course the numbers grew as the family did, my kids and their kids, in-laws, and in-law kids, not to mention the portion that came and stayed with us for several days.

And all this while I was working full-time. In years past, by now the table would be set, beds readied, house kinda clean, and pies waiting on the cold porch. Then today (after the half-day of teaching) the rubber would really hit the road. No wonder I had to suppress a giggle the other day in the grocery store at all the people frantically loading their carts with squash and poring over shopping lists.

HallowThanksMas

 

So here we all go, careening down the slippery slide into the holidays which pick up speed until we crash exhausted into New Year’s Eve.

The nose knows

 

A walk in the fresh air and a brief encounter set me thinking about smells.

Weekday Things

 

Artsy pic of my faded clematis

          Yesterday was fairly mundane – my Boomer Bootcamp at the Y, then errands in the afternoon.

Calories and Compost

          The problem with being one of those do-it-yourself types is that I tend to do just that. So yesterday while out running errands, I thought - wouldn’t it be nice to pick up something sweet for tomorrow’s breakfast. Except as I was about to turn right to the bakery in town, I thought – I have all afternoon. Why don’t I just make something? and turned left.

Crossing Guard

     I’m thinking someone needs to send out a memo to a few of my neighbors that they might want to keep a lower profile for the next couple of weeks.

Pixies of a different sort

 

Looking Away

 

Pillar of salt or block of stone? Medusa or Lot’s wife?

Panaceas for this morning

 

Anticipation

 I was up and out on a mission this morning. Vote, then meet friends at the pickleball court to:

Seclusion and Serenity

 I should have lost at least five pounds just by moving to this condo seven years ago because that’s how long it’s been since I’ve bought Halloween candy.