Snow threatens, and turkey beckons.
My mother and husband went out for a few hours grocery shopping
yesterday. Stephen will be orchestrating Thanksgiving, and my
mother will be akin to the producer. She'll help with the turkey
and the timing and things like that.
Her cardinals and bluebirds are out this morning by the feeder.
Or so I assume. I can see the top of their tree from my perch
here, but I would have to go downstairs to see the feeder itself and,
probably, the squirrel that also finds his home there.
I need to blow my nose.
I don't want to finish my Julian Barnes novel. He's clever, of
course, but this one is a bit too high-brow for me. It's funny in
a cheeky and I'm-better-than-you sort of way, but a friend of mine
recommends it, and I trust I'll get
something
out of each of the things he suggests. Either that or I can
reread an Erich Segal love novel. Or wake my brother and watch
the remainder of season one of The O.C.
Now onto blowing my nose and hanging out with my mother, since my dear
husband is off socializing and lunching with his crew before
work. Silly boy.
Comments (5)
And you want a good author? Michael Stackpole. I swear it.
Snow and a turkey. I think sounds nice.
Here it is cold, no snow tho, a turkey perhaps..
Your Mom and your husband must get along well, that is a very good thing.
Peace and Love:)