turkey time

Thanksgiving is at the brother’s this year. The brother is single and away in Montcove…or somewhere there abouts. So I’m the hostess.

Every thing’s a mad rush. I got in just before ten last night. After a weekend of laughing little ladies and super spicy food. Found fifty pounds of turkey – half frozen, half fresh – and a mile of garland. A couple of table cloths and some candles. I’ve sent for reinforcements. To help roll napkins and tie ribbons and put up lights on the lawn; because holiday spirit is what I’m made of.

The downstairs needs airing because it hasn’t been lived in since May. The gym equipment needs moving and the ice needs re-stocking. The t.v. needs growing and the panties need removing – from the boar’s horn. But first he needs to check for spiders. After he gets me Mr Muscle’s Magic Erasers.

I’m peeling sixty potatoes. Starting not-now. Then I’m trial running a desserty dish I’ve decided to steal from one Miss Greek Tragedy. If all goes well, I’m feeding it to the family tomorrow.

Mallorie will be here in the a.m. To help with the cranberries and gravies and other things I’ll mess up more than I’ll get right. She’s good like that.

In the meantime, I’ll stress. But it’ll be fun.