In other words (to quote the immortal Styx, “Nothing Ever Goes As Planned”) - it was a strange, confusing weekend my friends! (Val is loathe to disrupt any long-standing routine)
A.) Thanksgiving itself is forever changed after Covid disruption and my aunt’s death (she hosted our big combo family reunion + Thanksgiving celebration for over 40 years); my cousin who has hosted for these past 3 yrs prefers the weekend before Thanksgiving - her house, her rules of course.
B.) Torrential rains disrupted any riding plans - ‘nuff said.
C.) We were invited to Victoria’s grandparents’ home on Turkey Day - I staggered home after work Wednesday evening to bake 2 pies and generate another pan of my Famous Cornbread Dressing (the secret: toasted pecans and lotsa butter!). Z had called to include his grandma in this event, but she had already begun complaining Wed night that she was exhausted and didn’t want to go… My dad’s old tennis buddy had stopped by to visit and overstayed his welcome. (I don’t know exactly how long this was, but I spoke to mom around 5:45 PM, Roberto had already left so it wasn’t TOO dreadfully late?) And when Thursday was cold and rainy, I knew we’d never get her out. I think dinner itself went well, even though P was a little overwhelmed by the crowd of unfamiliar people (in some regards he’s even more of an introvert than me)
D.) It felt weird to get up Friday morning WITHOUT work (I gave my staff a long weekend off), but Peran and I went to the Korean spa which was a pleasant change of pace. Rain continued off and on through Saturday, which I devoted to playing overseer as Z took care of long-overdue cleaning and maintenance of his snake collection. I had been having literal nightmares about having to show up with animal welfare authorities and treat Zach like the hoarder he was behaving as - I cannot tolerate animal neglect.
E.) Remodeling work continues on the Irving house - Zach plans to move in over the Christmas holidays next month. “Shoulda-coulda-woulda” second guessing continues - I shouldn’t have financed this endeavor but here we are; that ol’ umbilical cord proves to be a gnarly thing to disconnect.
The only thing constant is change. Much as we don't care for it, it comes.
ReplyDeleteSorry, not a fan of snakes, although I must say if my son had gone in for them, being a mom, I probably would have adapted. That's how I roll. From the photo looks like you are chill with the assigned task of socializing them.
Bless little Clarice's heart, she's keepin' on keepin' on! Hang in there, my friend!
My mom was the queen of holidays. Once she was gone and my MIL moved 50 miles away holidays kind of became a thing of the past. It's okay because I am probably less comfortable with large gatherings than you or P.
ReplyDeleteWe are getting a lot of rain here which is okay as anything is better than snow or ice. Storms today.
I made both cornbread dressing and sage dressing as we like both. Butter is my secret ingredient in so many things. That and bacon grease. LOL.
The Korean spa sounded nice.
I was very relieved when my son told his significant other in front of us that he didn't want any pets as they are a ton of work and expense. Actually his dad and I had 3/4 of the work and all of the expense and when he left home he abandoned them so we had 100% then. The world doesn't need any more irresponsible pet owners.
Clarice certainly loves life. Blocker was the same. The vet told us he didn't think she would ever die.
Good Lord, Clarice is a cat with 9 lives! I never woulda thunk it.
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