Tomorrow the Mom and the Stepdad arrive. They’ve already texted from Grants Pass, more than halfway (and stopping for the night). The house is not entirely clean yet, but it’s getting there. The yard is being worked on too, which in December consists of cutting down and digging up dead things and putting them in the appropriate receptacles, or at least in tidy piles. It’s kind of like cleaning. Only muddier.
It is 11:40 p.m. and Mark has just run off to Safeway in search of different/additional cookie cutters. Because apparently unicorns and dolphins and hummingbirds aren’t Christmas enough. It’s just that kind of night. 😉
Myself, I went to only two grocery stores today, but that’s because he went to three yesterday. And he also went to one today. Not counting this Safeway run.
Holidays are complicated!
Also: yesterday, without (much) warning, Camille & Claude wafted through town, and arranged a little gathering at a local food/drink spot, for a congenial crowd. So we went to that. This evening, with rather more warning, a friend of mine from high school wafted through town, and we met her at the airport for an entirely delightful (and far too short) session of catching-up, with adult beverages and airport-priced (but delicious) food.
And Mark is making the Famous Ravioli again. I am so excited: we won’t be giving it all away this time. Though tomorrow’s dinner is mine: my famous lamb meatballs, LE YUM.
Thank goodness for stretchy clothes. We’ll diet in the new year.