Well, Thanksgiving was fun, wouldn’t you say? A beautiful day, with a bit of frost and the smell of roasting turkey in the air, it was nearly like living in a Norman Rockwell painting. That doesn’t happen very often.
It almost seemed like the holiday stretched over the whole week, actually. It was full of family get-togethers from Sunday on, and baking and cooking almost all week as well, culminating of course in yesterday’s feasting. And I don’t know about you, but I need a break! Although it was awesome to see so many friends and family, especially since I probably won’t get to visit with many of them again until about this time next year.
I’m so glad getting up in the middle of the night to fight crowds for “deals” is NOT a part of our traditions. (No saving of money to buy things I don’t need could compensate me for crowds of people in the cold, dark dregs of night. I have nightmares in which hell bears some resemblance to such a scene. Seriously.)
So I think today should be a recovery day. A day of knitting, reading, and enjoying more sunshine.
All the dishes are done, and the house is pretty much cleaned up from yesterday. We might go for a good long walk with the dogs while the Munchkin rides her bike. Or work (play) in Dad’s yard.
The pies could probably be finished today.
And then there are all the other leftovers.
That looks like a multi-day project.