Thanksgiving
For the first time in years, Mom and I have done a quiet Thanksgiving at home with turkey and all the trimmings. For about the past five years we've either blown it off entirely or gone over to my sister's and mooched off her. I've really enjoyed it. The dogs are lying around stuffed to the gills with turkey, and so are Mom and I. It's been a good day.
I managed to get in a little lacing while Mom took and afternoon nap, and once I tired of that I got out a sock I'm working on in Mountain Colors, one of their brown-purple-blue fall colorways, the name of which escapes me. I'll have to see if I've still got the ball band. I finished one sock and started the other.
On this Thanksgiving I'm thankful for most of my family, for my friends who keep me sane, and for the little things, having a job that makes me think, a roof over my head, and a salary that keeps body and soul together, although my budget is and always will be tight. Ha! I wouldn't be happy even if I won the lottery. But I don't worry about where my next meal is coming from, and I'm thankful for that.
More house painting tomorrow, along with minor carpentry as I reconstruct the bases of the porch pillars. I get to use the miter box, and I have to figure out how to sharpen my dad's saw. And cover the kitchen windows so I don't get paint on them. And caulk the living daylights out of the porch where it joins the long axis of the house.
I put the breakfront back together (after my brother took it apart), and I think we may have to move it back to where it was; either it's off true, or the house has settled, but the vertical pattern in the wallpaper behind it is aslant the vertical lines of the breakfront. I get a headache just looking at it.
Okay, back to polishing off the leftovers. This is hard work.
I managed to get in a little lacing while Mom took and afternoon nap, and once I tired of that I got out a sock I'm working on in Mountain Colors, one of their brown-purple-blue fall colorways, the name of which escapes me. I'll have to see if I've still got the ball band. I finished one sock and started the other.
On this Thanksgiving I'm thankful for most of my family, for my friends who keep me sane, and for the little things, having a job that makes me think, a roof over my head, and a salary that keeps body and soul together, although my budget is and always will be tight. Ha! I wouldn't be happy even if I won the lottery. But I don't worry about where my next meal is coming from, and I'm thankful for that.
More house painting tomorrow, along with minor carpentry as I reconstruct the bases of the porch pillars. I get to use the miter box, and I have to figure out how to sharpen my dad's saw. And cover the kitchen windows so I don't get paint on them. And caulk the living daylights out of the porch where it joins the long axis of the house.
I put the breakfront back together (after my brother took it apart), and I think we may have to move it back to where it was; either it's off true, or the house has settled, but the vertical pattern in the wallpaper behind it is aslant the vertical lines of the breakfront. I get a headache just looking at it.
Okay, back to polishing off the leftovers. This is hard work.