I Could Get Used To This

I proclaim that 4 day weekends such as this should be a regular thing. Perhaps not weekly, but maybe once per month. Anyway, just a suggestion.


Turkey day was really nice – despite all of the losses and change this past year. I had invited my friend, Rich, to join my family since he wasn’t able to go home to his family in Chicago. So, after work on Wednesday, Rich picked me up and we drove to Cape Cod. There was no traffic at all; everybody must have left work early. Apparently, rush hour the day before Thanksgiving is THE time to travel.


We arrived at my parents, had a quick bite to eat then headed to the store to pick up a Christmas tree (more on that later). It goes without saying that the gang of us (Mom, Dad, brother, Rich and me) played Rummy – and I came in last place.


On Thanksgiving Day, Rich woke up bright and early and started preparing the meal. Before you start yelling at me for having the guest cook dinner….Rich enjoys cooking and finds it relaxing.


And, to be honest, my entire family was glad that’s the case because he made the most extraordinary home made stuffing, gravy and mashed potatos (which, for my family, has always come out of a jar or a box).


MMMMMMM – we all ate so much we were never able to dive into the 3 pies we had (one compliments of Harvard Law School…thanks Dean Kagan!).


After another round of rummy (where I lost again), Rich and I returned to Boston playing Christmas music. Now tis’ officially the season!


Today I spent setting up the tree in anticipation of tomorrow night’s little soiree. I’m having a handful of friends over to assist in decorating the tree. What I didn’t realize in the store was the size of this tree. It’s enormous (and my apartment is not). I also fear I won’t have enough decorations to make it look complete.


In addition to setting up the tree, I’ve been baking. Yep, you read it right: I have been baking. Granted, everything is coming from a package or box, but I plan on providing my guests cookies, brownies and ginger bread. My place smells like a bakery…which I enjoyed at first but am now finding rather nauseating. Who knew that was possible?

7 Comments

  1. Comment by atari_age on November 25, 2005 8:10 pm

    It seems like every year you finally have enough stuff to decorate the tree, but the next year, there always seems to be some gap that needs to be filled by purchasing more stuff. It is generally endless.

    Have fun keeping the tree moist till Christmas!

  2. Comment by Karl on November 25, 2005 9:44 pm

    Oh, though I like most things moist…my tree is not one of them. I go artificial (it’s the white trash in me coming out).

  3. Comment by atari_age on November 25, 2005 11:09 pm

    Ah, my parents have one of those. It even has the lights built in. I was arguing that they should just leave the ornaments on as well and pack it away like that!

  4. Comment by Dave in Chicago (2) on November 26, 2005 5:54 am

    Can we not discuss “moist” any more? Ecch.

  5. Comment by Doug on November 26, 2005 11:09 am

    I’m sure you will be the perfect host at your tree trimming. And the thought of not liking the smell of cookies is unfathomable to me.

  6. Comment by karyn on November 27, 2005 8:22 pm

    Sorry to miss the arboreal splendor in your apartment snarl. Yeah, I’m with Doug, how do you NOT like the smell of cookies?

  7. Comment by Brad on November 28, 2005 11:55 am

    Baking? You? BAKING?? Hmm. I didn’t notice that hell had frozen over. Hmm. Am I being mean?

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