Tuesday, November 20, 2007

project 365 #323: foggy morning trees

There were wild turkeys at the river this morning! I was so excited but alas, by the time I got out of the car they were gone, which may have been for the best, because although my evil twin really, really wanted to watch the dogs chase the turkeys, or vice versa, the saner part of me knew that that was probably a horrible idea. The dogs didn't notice them at all anyway; the dogs are not the sharpest tools in the proverbial shed.

Last night my daughter and my mother and I had a Thanksgiving summit meeting. My mother, who as we know exposes Martha Stewart for the lazy layabout trash that she is, is also the most supremely organized being in the universe. Therefore, when A & I got to her house, there were already notepads and freshly sharpened pencils at the kitchen table awaiting us. A & I made ourselves vodka tonics (my mother had her favorite tipple: Ensure and Scotch) and sat down and straightened our backs. We picked up our pencils and each of us wrote Thanksgiving on the the center of the top line of our memo pads and underlined it. Then we nearly fell over giggling while my mother, completely missing any humor in this proper situation, looked at our neat memo pads fondly.

We are organized now and ready for Thanksgiving, or, well, we will be when I actually do the stuff on my list, which I'm going to do tomorrow. It includes buying a turkey and I'm a little afraid that I won't be able to get one. I'll probably have to go be interviewed again at Earthfare; I hope I pass the test this year. Hooo boy. Thanksgiving again. Yowza. This year, the creamed onions will not explode in a shower of glass shrapnel all over the kitchen, though. And I'll remember to make the gravy and I won't pitch a big old fit in the kitchen and shout. I swear.

1 comment:

rainbaby said...

ENSURE & SCOTCH! Omg, omg, omg. I love you.