Well it’s the Monday before Thanksgiving. For most people that means the next three days will be crazy busy.
If you’re not traveling then you have a ton to do:
First there’s always the cleaning of the house.
Of course in our case that begins by having to gather up all the dog fur that seems to cling tenaciously to everything but the dogs. Why they don’t all look like Mexican Hairlesses I have absolutely no idea.
Here’s a photo of me sporting one of the giant tumbleweeds of fur I’d swept up after my last house cleaning.
I’m happy to report that none of my relatives will be coming here for TG, so I’m spared the frenetic cleaning spree this year.
Of course after all the cleaning comes the preparation of mass quantities of food.
When I was growing up I was always in charge of making the cranberry salad. It had copious amounts of celery, grapes and pecans; and of course being late November there wasn’t a seedless grape to be found anywhere- at least back then. So I had to halve then pit grapes til I had a pile so high I couldn’t see over it. Then I had to chop celery til the Rapture; at least it felt that way. Never was a fan of raw celery; and I’m not now either.
Every year I lobbied my dad to let me make a celery-free cranberry salad.
Every year he said no.
After the preparation of all the goodies always comes the girding of loins in preparation for the inevitable onslaught of relatives.
Of course that wasn’t actually the case in our house. In my case it was girding our loins in preparation to deal with my mom, who had a long standing affair with Mr. Jim Beam.
Sadly, this is not much of an exaggeration, as anyone who knew my mom well would gladly attest. (Until they were into double digits our kids grew up thinking all GMA’s smelled like bourbon.)
As the kids got older her drinking started earlier each day. The only way for me to escape her wrath was for us to keep moving Thanksgiving dinner earlier and earlier, so we might perhaps be able to eat and leave before the day devolved into a Lord of the Fliesesque scene.
When I was little we had TG dinner about 6pm. Over the years it got earlier and earlier. Eventually I was voting for turkey and gravy for breakfast on TG day.
Somehow that never caught on though.
Anyway, enough of my pre-turkey day hi-jinks.
Here’s what you came to see. Enjoy.
I had no idea a cat would do such a thing-
Cat people- is this normal behavior?
I think this next clip is really sweet, even if the goose is really confused about not only his gender but his species too:
And when you just can’t take any more, just lay down for a bit and snuggle with someone you love. This day too will pass.
That’s it for now kiddos. I must go paint and paint and paint.
Due to healthy sales our garden is quite depleted and I must do something about it.
See you on TG.