There’s something to be said for spending a Saturday being almost completely lazy. My plans to do a big housecleaning went out the window–the wide open window that was letting in the fresh air. I watched a little TV. I read a little. I napped a little. I made a great dinner (spaghetti with amirici [probably spelled that wrong] sauce that I served with breadsticks) and had it ready when Joe got home from Albuquerque. Now he’s headed out for band rehearsal, and Emmylou’s going to cry for him because he’s not taking her with him. Emmylou’s a big Daddy’s girl.
So yeah, I’m going to finish off the evening watching a movie and kicking back, and ready for a busy week next week. Working Monday through Wednesday, and then Friday morning. I’m not cooking for Thanksgiving. We have this awesome tradition where we meet my Dad, Stepmonster, and sister at Mimi’s for Thanksgiving dinner every year. Great food, plenty of leftovers, no cooking and no cleaning. When I leave work Friday at 11, I’m heading over to Izzy’s. She and I are going to have lunch, and watch a movie, and then do a wee bit of shopping at World Market and Target after the crazies who got up at midnight or 4 a.m. have gone home. Since our Christmas stuff burned, I get to buy some new Christmas decorations. I already did a little of that last night. I found a really beautiful nativity statue at Marshall’s last night. I also got a lovely tablecloth. Then I went to Dollar Tree, and got a solid green placemat that goes with the tablecloth, and 2 glass jars, some apple-cinnamon potpourri, and two apple-cinnamon pillar candles. I put some potpourri in the jars, then put in the candles, and then put more potpourri all around the candles. It’s very pretty.
I’ve got the last Harry Potter movie running right now, and I just saw Fred & George talking while they’re preparing for the attack on the castle. Makes me sad, knowing that in a little while Fred’s going to kick the bucket. I knew one of the twins wouldn’t make it, but it still makes me cry.
All right, well I’m off. Gotta plug in my cell phone, because it’s beeping to tell me it’s out of juice, and gotta console my little Emmylou girl who’s crying for her papa.