Thanksgiving Report

It was a very good Thanks­giv­ing. god­dessin­ga and greyknight arrived Wednes­day night with Son and Lit­tle Miss. She and sam­bear imme­di­ate­ly entered into con­spir­a­to­r­i­al kitchen stuff. We got more of the house stuff done, then gamed for a bit. We got up the next morn­ing and got the house all love­ly (every­body helped —I love my fam­i­ly!) while our cooks con­tin­ued to make every­thing smell great. Katie learned to make French toast, pecan pie (that was GOOD!), squash casse­role, and real mashed pota­toes this hol­i­day. I for­got to get the stuff to make pear salad—oops 🙁

Peo­ple because arriv­ing around noon—James first as usu­al, then Ron and his lady Dianne, fol­lowed short­ly by the entire Bridges clan (John, Bill, and Jane with kids James and Caitlin). Alisa & fam­i­ly were run­ning a bit late but joined us soon enough. We end­ed up with 19 people—12 adults and 7 kids ages 7 months to 15 years old. We real­ly missed mique_mique, who was too tired from the insan­i­ty of her cur­rent work sched­ule to do any­thing yes­ter­day. And we missed R and G, too, of course.

We did have some real­ly incred­i­ble good food. sam­bear pret­ty much has the art of the turkey down—it was moist and yum­my. The ham was deli­cious. I can’t even start to list every­thing else, but I have to say that if you ever get the oppor­tu­ni­ty to sam­ple the Death by Choco­late cake that greyknight makes, DO IT! It has Grand Marnier in it, though, and I’m such a light­weight drinker that I was dizzy after eat­ing just one piece of cake.

I don’t think any­body but Lit­tle Miss actu­al­ly napped after din­ner, but most of us were very, very peace­ful. We had some nice con­ver­sa­tion and every­body took home left­overs, so we aren’t as wor­ried about food going bad (that hap­pened last year). We con­sid­ered gam­ing more last night but were just too sleepy. In fact, sam­bear put me to bed by about 8:30 because I was curled up on the couch with a quilt. Then he brought me cof­fee so that I could sip it while soak­ing in a love­ly bath this morn­ing, lis­ten­ing to a love­ly sto­ry he made up just for me.

The fridge is extreme­ly full. The kitchen is clean (that goes SO much quick­er with extra hands!). The house is still fair­ly clean—heck, I even made up the bed before leav­ing our bed­room this morn­ing (that’s so rare that I know my moth­er would­n’t believe it if I told her). The laun­dry is even caught up! Son is amus­ing him­self with the con­tents of the play­room. Katie is buried in Plan B. Lit­tle Miss is napping. 

I got out the silk gauze stitch­ing piece I haven’t touched in over a year and start­ed doing it again, but I have to take fre­quent breaks—40 ct. (40 stitch­es per inch) is TINY! But I do love work­ing with silk on silk.

And now we adults are gam­ing again (I wrote this dur­ing a snack break).