Thanksgiving 2023

On Tuesday I was so happy to be out of isolation and into the kitchen that I forgot my brain wasn't working at full steam, and immediately burned the shit out of my hand. It's bad enough that now, days later, I'm wondering if I should have gone to Urgent Care instead of just taping a bag of frozen peas to it, but I don't know what they could have done about it. It's going to be another scar added to the collection on my hands; X-ACTO blade, parrot attack, cowboy rope burn, and seared pork chop. It's a well-rounded assortment, at least.

With one hand out of commission, I wasn't feeling wild about Thanksgiving. The family pitched in, we cheated with a couple of pre-made items and frozen appetizers, and everything came out fine. Zenny made a really great chocolate silk pie, Leif made eggs Benedict for breakfast, and we facetimed with Gavin at his aunt's house, where he was enjoying a huge noisy gathering full of cousins. I'm really grateful he has family close enough to visit while he's in university, instead of having sad dorm room holidays.

Leif spent a few hours making a Lego centerpiece, and the cats threw it off the table. Along with my new sugar bowl. And three tea cups. 

And then they ate the shrimp platter when we weren’t looking. The cats would rank this as their best Thanksgiving. I’ll take it.

2 paychecks to Christmas. Haven’t made holiday cards yet. Oh no.