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I had whined earlier that an errant green-and-white teatowel had shed its dye in the wash, leaving the edging for one of my Thanksgiving table linens an annoying mint-green. It also turned an ecru crocheted doily a ghastly gray.

I am happy to report that a short time spent in water with bleach added has returned both bits of crocheting to their original colors. Clearly, Coats & Clarks Knit-Cro-Sheen picks up dye really readily, but sheds it just as easily.
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  • Pie out of oven and less disreputable than expected -- check.
  • Brownies out of oven -- check.
  • Giblets pulled out of turkey and thus turkey defrosted enough to cook tomorrow without heroics.

*Whew.* Now I can chop vegetables and boil sweet potatoes with a light heart.

UPDATE: It is a bad idea to be allow oneself to be lured downstairs and plied with good bourbon while the giblets boil untended in the third floor kitchen. Oh, well. Every good Thanksgiving dinner requires at least one burnt offering in order for the cooking gods to be placated, I guess.
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  • Cranberry sauce made -- check
  • Buffet linens laundered -- check and uncheck (a green-and-white checked tea towel that I thought had been previously washed turned my ecru hand-crocheted edging mint green)
  • Move buffet table downstairs -- check
  • Pull apart three loaves of unsliced bread -- check
  • Find and install replacement buffet linen -- check
  • Wash two dozen gold rimmed antique goblets, eight dinner plates, eight dessert plates, eight cups and saucers, and eight or ten serving bowls/gravy boats etc -- check
  • Make centerpiece and mantel decorations out of bits of stuff still growing out back - check
  • Install extra leaves in dining room table, put tablecloth and centerpiece on table -- check
  • Put pumpkin pie in oven -- check
  • Shriek at Roy like banshee on the rag for coming home without whipped cream -- check

The pie is...what it is. The crust was rolling out okay but fell apart when I tried to roll it over the rolling pin and then unroll it over the pie plate. Much patching and saying of bad words ensued. Eventually I had something with a facsimile of a pinched crust, necessary to keep the pumpkin mixture in. As I poured the pumpkin glop into the crust, I noticed an egg-sized lump of unamalgamated pumpkin. Oh dear. Perhaps buying a pie won't be against my religion next year.

But it smells pretty good, nevertheless.

Roy went back out to forage for whipped cream. He had stopped at our new corner store to pick some up on his way home, but they'd had a run on the stuff, proving that there really was a market for a nice corner store. After I bansheed all over his eardrums he came back with FOUR CANS of the stuff. That will show me! I don't know what we'll do with that much. We won't have Mr. Darcy hustling into the kitchen every time he hears us popping the Redi-Whip lid...

Brownies next and investigation of the bird to see whether it has thawed or whether heroics will be called for.

Earlier today, I called my friend "the Widow Sally" to compare Thanksgiving notes with her. She is cooking a Thanksgiving dinner, complete with 12-pound bird and all the trimmings, for herself and her little dog. When I called she was surveying her china cabinet, trying to decide whether to get out the Johnson Bros "Friendly Village" or the Lenox "Autumn." I grumbled to her about the mint-green edging on my buffet table cover. Oh, go ahead and use it, she said. No one will know it wasn't mint green to begin with. Wrong, I said. I will know it and every time I look at it I will get annoyed all over again. We both allowed as how if I bleach it a little the mint green might go away and the ecru show up again. Damn teatowel.
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Kitchen floor mopped -- check.
Living room wood furniture wiped down with pledge, including piano -- check.
Tablecloth and sixteen napkins dampened and ironed -- check.
Refrigerator inspected, biology experiments removed, shelves wiped -- semi-check.
Small portable buffet table cleared of big plants, ready for relocation from sitting room to dining room tonight -- check.

Today's adventures, other than the work day, will include a bit more laundering of dining room linens, ritual washing of china and crystal, the fabrication of cranberry sauce and the pulling apart of three loaves of stuffing bread.

We have eight people coming to dinner, not ten, which means that I won't be mixing and matching china, crystal, flatware, or linens. (Except for a couple of substitute dinner plates...)

One of the benefits of working at home is that I can wash goblets on my lunch hour....
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A good bit of today's over-ambitious to-do list actually got done.

  • Incredible backlog of laundered-but-not-folded sheets and pillowcases folded and ready to be stashed
  • Two loads of laundry washed, dried, and sorted
  • Thanksgiving tablecloth and sixteen Thanksgiving napkins laundered
  • Fifteen clear lightbulbs from two chandeliers unscrewed, wiped down, polished, and replaced (don't laugh! they were covered with ick)
  • Dried up dead plants removed from window boxes and replaced with fresh mystery shrub, pansies, and feverfew
  • Leaves raked from front sidewalk (Roy did this)
  • Kitschy garlands of faux autumn leaves installed at strategic locations in dining room
  • Trailing rosemary, in bloom, auditioned as Thanksgiving centerpiece. It will do!
  • Incredible quantities of silverware polished
  • Groceries and a Christmas present purchased at the Asian supermarket, including big tubs of green curry paste for cheap cheap cheap
  • New-to-us chairs for dining room wiped down with damp rag and wobbly one glued (Roy did that)
  • Refrigerator checked in a cursory way for biology experiments and other embarrassments

There is no hematoma at all on my right shin, just a big old bruise and some slight swelling. So the petits pois treatment appears to have worked.

I've frogged the entire little feather-and-fan lap robe I knat a few weeks ago. Being as I have *two* skeins of the cheap blue yarn, I can make a bigger lap robe with bigger needles so it has a slightly better drape. Not that Wal*Mart house brand yarn is ever going to have a particularly good drape.

Tomorrow starts the work-week again. I plan to work some extra hours tomorrow and Tuesday, then knock off a little earlier on Wednesday so that I can go into full maniacal Thanksgiving overdrive. Good thing I'm not baking...
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It is humiliating to have your bike fall over, and to have you fall over with it.

It's also pretty painful. The back muscle that has been unhappy for the past few months became extremely unhappy, in a crampacious fashion, and my shin made "a hematoma is coming!" sensations.

This contretemps occurred while I was in the process of dismounting at the Trader Joe's. I wobbled into the store and picked up the things that were on my list -- green beans, coffee beans, Clif bars. I forgot a couple things I'd been thinking about getting as long as I was there, but oh well.

This is perhaps divine retribution for my putting off the Trader Joe's run until today. At least I also made it to the PathMark, where the biggest free turkey I could get was 15.5 lb. Waaaahhh. I don't need my big new roasting pan for such a puny turkey. But the really big ones weren't free. Waaaaahhh. On the other hand, I was able to pick up three of those uncut loaves of stuffing bread and four boxes of Bell's Poultry Seasoning, which is hard to find at other times of the year. Other than a quick run for mushrooms on Wednesday, I think I'm set for the Big Cookathon.

While at the Trader Joe's I did pick up several bags of petits pois. (Because I felt this hematoma coming on, you see, and frozen peas make the greatest icepacks.) I came home, made my lunch, set up big pillows on the love seat so my shins would be higher than my heart, positioned the peas just so, covered the rest of me with sweaters and lap robes and The Scamp, and napped for a sinful, decadent, three hours.

One more nice thing. The young folks in the neighborhood are enjoying civic mindedness. They convinced the elementary school four blocks away that trees on their sidewalks would be a good thing, made the arrangements with the Pennsylvania Horticultural Society, and planted eleven trees this morning. Pictures will be posted. We are hoping this will convince the rather more suspicious principal at the school right behind us that trees are A Good Thing.

P.S. -- I have a lump about the size of a pea on my shin, not much of a hematoma, thank goodness. And the back spasm pretty much gave up during the mile ride home.

FORGOT TO MENTION: I also bought two 4-packs of pansies. They'll go in my window boxes tomorrow. In Sept/Oct I forgot to water the window boxes and all the dusty miller and feverfew died, waaaaah.
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Okay, that's a metaphor because the sun has already risen (or is about to -- difficult to say when there are clouds to the east without checking the almanac).

But it's the weekend before Thanksgiving and I want to beat the Mongol Hordes. I have a "free turkey" coupon and plan to acquire one that's somewhat larger than Tiny Tim, if possible. The Wells Fargo wagon delivered my new,huge roasting pan and rack last week. I'm not quite sure how we'll wallop the bird off the rack and onto the carving platter, but I'm sure we'll think of something.

The ribbon yarn was delivered Thursday to the place where the brother-in-law of the recipient will pick it up. I like the simple pattern of the kimono-like sweater, though, and may try it in some other, less expensive, yarn to see how it makes up. [ profile] kightp, it looks to me as though once I swatch it and figure out my gauge, I can use math to set up my rectangles and be good to go, no? (Except that I'll have to re-learn "mattress stitch," which I never really learned in the first place.)

(EDIT: Okay, sunrise was half an hour ago...)
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Although the news has been sobering lately, and extremely upsetting during the past 24 hours, we have plenty to be thankful for at our house.

Starting with the fact that I'm not really cooking, although I will be carting this tower o' sprouts to my daughter-in-law as a Thanksgiving Vegetable With Drama.

Best to all of you.


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