Slacker Today = Thanksgiving Neurotic Woman

Thanksgiving is not a great holiday in my life.  I just don’t care one way or the other.

We used to make a big deal about Thanksgiving in my family, only now not so much.  Back then it was at Nana’s house.  When Papa moved into a nursing home, they had a “Tavern” room that we could use, so we just moved Thanksgiving to him.  As his disease progressed and his health deteriorated, he was no longer able to eat.  So Thanksgiving, where we all were eating in front of him, just seemed mean.  So we stopped having it.

I don’t eat Thanksgiving food, really.  I don’t care for turkey, stuffing is gross, cranberry sauce that is shaped like a can is not original.  So it was no big loss.  Family members have started going elsewhere–the other side of the family, basically.   This year is no different.  My mom has been invited for the first time to my younger sister’s house, and she lives in Philly.  My brother’s future brother-in-law has, for the first time, invited his family to Martinsville for the holiday, so they are going.

Me?  Well, I think I’m going to grab a friend and go to the Muppet Movie. 🙂

I am having a Thanksgiving, though.  One I am actually excited about.  At my house, and I”m even going to cook turkey–even if it is a turkey tenderloin.  This Saturday I have 10-12 people coming over.  It’s a group that I hang with on Tuesday nights.  I originally started hanging out with them because we would get together to watch the last few seasons of Lost.  We have progressed to still getting together every week, and now we watch old episodes of Charmed.  I go when I can, as work gets in the way more often than not, but I think we’re up to season five.  And the group has grown, and new friends are made.  We try to get together for every major holiday, and this year I offered to host Thanksgiving.

The family you choose to be with is sometimes more enjoyable than the family you’re born with.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, but it’s not the same.  I had lunch with someone today who nailed it for me for the first time–I see my family so often, that Thanksgiving just isn’t special.  It’s just dinner.  So this surrogate family, this group of friends, this gang of people who I haven’t seen regularly in months because of work–they’re the ones that I am going to be dining with this Saturday.  They’re the ones that are making this holiday enjoyable again for me.

The only problem with this, well, I guess it goes back to the fact I’m working insane hours.  My house is TOAST.  I have got about two weeks of cleaning to do, and I have done none.  The summer/winter closet switch is still in progress (week seven).  The bridesmaids dresses I have tried and rejected, etc. are hanging all over.  The dog toys are everywhere.  The big bin of photos from Grandma’s house is still sitting in the recycling bin in my kitchen–right where I put it back in September when I got it.  The scrappy supplies from making my future sister-in-law’s shower gift is all over the kitchen table–along with the crystal I couldn’t find a place for from that same trip to Grandma’s in September.  I have had lists and plans and intentions out the wazoo for cleaning, and so far nothing has happened.

So come Thanksgiving this Saturday, I shall be a giant neurotic mess.

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Oh, the joys of home ownership!

My house

Taken during the December 2009 snowstorm, where about 9-12 inches fell overnight

I own my own home.  Well, I guess to be technical, the bank owns my home and I routinely make payments to them in order to keep my possessions under the roof.  I bought it about six years ago; it’s not that big but it’s great for just me.  It’s about sixty years old, which I love because it has personality.  All the new houses that are built nowadays crack me up–the one tree, artfully placed three feet to the right of the front door and four feet from the curb, the same for every house on the street.  Blah. Boring.  Give me a house that has character, one that has settled into its foundation and is a comfy place to call home.   That’s what I love.

Well, most of the time. Continue reading

Please Pass the Painkillers

Don’t know what happened to the first version of this posting, so here is the rewrite!

Waiting for Community Cleanup Day....

Waiting for Community Cleanup Day....

So Saturday was it.  No more excuses, no more procrastinating, no more dilly dallying, it was time.  I raked leaves.

I recruited help in the form of B and NoMH.  Told them I’d be starting right at 8am, they said there was no way they’d be ble to get there that early (shocker!) but they’d be there no later than 9.  They got here at 10:15.  (Yes, I was irritated and annoyed, even though I knew better.)

From 8 to 4 I/we worked pretty much non-stop.  Rules were simple: get all leaves up, don’t fill the bags more than halfway because the county won’t take more than three a week and as they get water-laden they’ll break, and keep working.  B has an issue with these rules, seeing as how she can ‘fit even more’ in the bags, regardless of me begging her to stop because I didn’t want to have to redo them all in three weeks or three months or whenever that particular bag makes it into the supercan.  So B was reassigned to do the gutters.  Disagreed vehemently with the gutter rule (leaves must go in a bag, not just thrown on the grown to be dealt with later) but we had a bit better luck.  Didn’t have much success in getting her to stop fiddling with my siding or other things but that is just her way.  I love them both for helping, but I think that by the time the day was over, they both hated me. Continue reading

Vacation Rocks

So it’s the first time I’ve taken time off in six months.  I can’t remember the last time I had time off with no agenda whatsoever, though.  I have accomplished just about everything on my to do list within the first 48 hours, and now have another 48 hours to do whatever I please.

Bliss!

So far, I’ve done tons of stuff around the house–both inside and out.  Been to the eye doctor for new contacts (I can see!) and seen the latest Indiana Jones flick.  Which rocked, by the way.  Aside from the pancake breakfast at church tomorrow and a quick stop by Home Depot, I foresee a couple of days spent in the hammock with a book and a pillow–so I can read and snooze to my heart’s desire!

You gotta love a true vacation!

I am in pain.

So today was part deux of my father’s visit. While I felt for him, he didn’t sleep well last night, I slept like a rock. We worked for another three hours this AM, trimming hedges, power washing a bit more, and then cutting down tree number two. He left to meet a friend around 1145 for lunch, and I cleaned up in the house a bit more. Once he came back to change clothes, load the trailer, and hit the road about two hours later, I climbed in the hammock with a book.

I lasted about fifteen minutes before I fell asleep.

I think I took a three hour nap. Woke up and then read a good 270 pages of a book. Then I tried to get out of the hammock.

Big mistake.

My calves are used to wearing 3-4 inch heels every day to work. I can walk in them until the cows come home. The last two days I have been wearing gardening crocks, and now my calves feel like they are about to pop in half. I am in so much pain it isn’t even funny.

But it was worth it. I cannot believe the difference washing made on my deck, patio, and chairs. And I have a ton of stuff done, then once I buy weed killer and a patio sealer I can finish up.

Tomorrow, I’m not doing a lick of work in the yard. I have a torturous eye doctors appointment in the morning, then I’m seeing the new Indiana Jones flick with friends. Nothing beats a day full of doing nothing!!!

Daddy-do list

So today I’m not working, and my father, that blessed man, came down to help me out around the house.  We’ve power washed 7/8 of it, cut down a tree, cut the grass, fixed my car, rehung siding, and have another list for tomorrow.  Bless his heart, I bet he didn’t think he’d get into all this when he retired.  But heaven knows I’m thankful.

I mean, come on, I clean the patio all the time.  And while powerwashing it I swear I saw penicillin growing!

So I took him out to dinner to say thanks.  It’s the least I could do.

I’m tired, sore, and content, and we get to start all over again tomorrow!!!!!

Busy Saturday!

Finally! A Saturday with absolutely gorgeous weather, light breeze, no clouds, and not too hot. So this morning, after I had breakfast, I picked up B and NoMH for a trip “to the middle of nowhere” according to NoMH. Actually, we just went to the other side of the river and west a bit to get to the Berry Farm. Neither B nor NoMH had ever been berry picking before. Since I starting going with my Papa when I was knee high to a grasshopper, that came as a complete shock to me. It’s just one of those things, you know? We always went, every May, got a ton of fruit, put a bunch in the freezer, quite a bit in the fridge, and then lots of bread, jam, and freezings. Continue reading