Babble

Happy Holidays. Already. At the time of this writing (2 Dec., two days late) I have purchased zero Christmas presents, wrote zero Christmas cards and still have Halloween decorations up in my house. Christmas really should be in February when there is nothing else to do. Right now I’m still digesting chocolate creme pie from Thanksgiving and have very little interest in blinking lights, hauling a large tree into my home or fighting the crowds to buy something that someone ultimately will most likely have to fight more crowds to return. Hmm, maybe I’ll just leave the country.

November provided plenty of reasons to procrastinate putting the aforementioned Halloween decorations away. Stace escaped from Harvard for a long weekend back in Madison, Thin Pat made a rare appearance for his dad’s 60th birthday and JeffO and JackO both were in town twice, amongst several other friends and relatives who celebrated birthdays, turkey day and the like. Thanksgiving weekend was particularly interesting this year. Among many other things, I learned that a) divorce is insanely expensive b) pecan pie is easy to make, but gross, and c) that my uncles (in their 50s) are dating more than I am. It was all very enlightening.

The kitchen extreme makeover continues. I am down to the details now but I still have more cans in my kitchen with paint in them than food. I think I actually donated a pint of ‘antique white’ -eggshell finish- to a food drive last Sunday by accident, as it is nowhere to be found. There’s more house excitement with foundation problems and new tires for Fiz but I’ll save that for another entry. I know it’s hard to wait.

One last apology for the lack of photos this month.The only photo I took was of the Stout Jackson poster located in the new Dotty’s (which btw is smoke free and has excellent bloody marys) and was the impetus for the clever name of the band we all know and love… Stout Jackson.