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It snowed last night! It's also really, really cold. Brrrrr! It's 21°F at Buckley Air Force Base, according to
weather.com, 11°F with the wind chill. Since we're out here on the eastern plains, it's probably way colder than that. Now, though, I can finally get in the holiday spirit. It just doesn't feel like Christmas is near when it is 60°F and higher on a daily basis. The nice thing was, I didn't have to go to town today. I never luck out like this. I haven't had a day where I had nothing to do since Labor Day. I've been being a couch potato all day long. I did have to clean the car off and toodle over the the bank, but that was it. Poor Marcus had to drive in this morning, though. I felt really bad for him. He's still not feeling up to snuff, but he didn't want to miss work.
Poor Skipper didn't like being out there very long. He froze his little feet off. Even Ursa, who loves the snow, didn't even stay outside long enough to get a picture of her. Well, back to the couch.
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Hope everybody had a very happy Thanksgiving. Ours got off to a rocky start, but turned out alright in the end.
We went to bed after 11 p.m. last night and I already knew it would be a short night since I had to get up by 6 to start pies and get the turkey ready to start roasting by 9. Marcus was feeling a bit dizzy before we went to sleep, but we thought maybe it was because he hadn't eaten since lunch. Ursa, our Malamute, woke me up about 1:15 a.m. She was all upset. Marcus was in the bathroom, groaning. I yelled to see if he was ok, but he wasn't. He didn't remember why he had gone into the bathroom, but he ended up passing out and fell to the floor. He thinks he hit his head. He wasn't sure how long he was laying there, but my yelling woke him up and he was freezing. I put as many clothes as I could find on him to warm him up. When I got up at 5:30, he was still delirious and was drifting in and out of sleep. I finally got him to take some NyQuil around 7. You know he's feeling really bad if he takes any kind of medication. He got up a few hours later and felt a little better. I think the poor thing had a touch of the flu. By the time I had dinner ready at 4, he felt good enough to eat a little something. Our friend
Dave and my Dad joined us for dinner. My turkey came out really good, if I do say so myself.
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A humorous holiday tidbit offered by my friend, Rev:
Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this Thanksgiving. I'm telling you in advance, so don't act surprised. Since Ms. Stewart won't be coming, I've made a few small changes:
Our sidewalk will not be lined with homemade, paper bag luminaries. After a trial run, it was decided that no matter how cleverly done, rows of flaming lunch sacks do not have the desired welcoming effect.
Once inside, our guests will note that the entry hall is not decorated with the swags of Indian corn and fall foliage I had planned to make. Instead, I've gotten the kids involved in the decorating by having them track in colorful autumn leaves from the front yard. The mud was their idea.
The dining table will not be covered with expensive linens, fancy china, or crystal goblets. If possible, we will use dishes that match and everyone will get a fork. Since this IS Thanksgiving, we will refrain from using the plastic Peter Rabbit plate and the Santa napkins from last Christmas.
Our centerpiece will not be the tower of fresh fruit and flowers that I promised. Instead we will be displaying a hedgehog-like decoration hand-crafted from the finest construction paper. The artist assures me it is a turkey.
We will be dining fashionably late. The children will entertain you while you wait. I'm sure they will be happy to share every choice comment I have made regarding Thanksgiving, pilgrims and the turkey hotline. Please remember that most of these comments were made at 5:00 a.m. upon discovering that the turkey was still hard enough to cut diamonds.
As accompaniment to the children's recital, I will play a recording of tribal drumming. If the children should mention that I don't own a recording of tribal drumming, or that tribal drumming sounds suspiciously like a frozen turkey in a clothes dryer, ignore them. They are lying.
We toyed with the idea of ringing a dainty silver bell to announce the start of our feast. In the end, we chose to keep our traditional method. We've also decided against a formal seating arrangement. When the smoke alarm sounds, please gather around the table and sit where you like.
In the spirit of harmony, we will ask the children to sit at a separate table. In a separate room. Next door.
Now, I know you have all seen pictures of one person carving a turkey in front of a crowd of appreciative onlookers. This will not be happening at our dinner. For safety reasons, the turkey will be carved in a private ceremony. I stress "private" meaning: Do not, under any circumstances, enter the kitchen to laugh at me. Do not send small, unsuspecting children to check on my progress. I have an electric knife. The turkey is unarmed. It stands to reason that I will eventually win. When I do, we will eat.
I would like to take this opportunity to remind my young diners that "passing the rolls" is not a football play. Nor is it a request to bean your sister in the head with warm tasty bread.
Oh, and one reminder for the adults: For the duration of the meal, and especially while in the presence of young diners, we will refer to the giblet gravy by its lesser-known name: Cheese Sauce. If a young diner questions you regarding the origins or type of Cheese Sauce, plead ignorance. Cheese Sauce stains.
Before I forget, there is one last change. Instead of offering a choice between 12 different scrumptious desserts, we will be serving the traditional pumpkin pie, garnished with whipped cream and small fingerprints. You will still have a choice; take it or leave it.
Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this Thanksgiving. She probably won't come next year either.
I am thankful.
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