|Freyja making the mirepoix for the stuffing|
|The mirepoix for the stuffing (but we call it dressing , because we don't stuff it inside anything.)|
|the ubiquitous relish tray|
|Rolf's mashed potatoes|
|Blast my camera, it makes photos so blurry! Mark's phone takes better photos!|
|Mark's new ap, that makes everyone look better than they do in real life|
|Freyja designed the children's table, and did a darn good job.|
|Lily gave us this amazing salt and pepper set- I used tiny apples for place cards|
|Freyja making pumpkin pie, even though "she hates it"|
|My beloved persimmon Fiesta-ware mug at the end of the day|
|Our friends brought THREE blueberry pies, and there were only ten of us!|
|Rolf took a photo with my camera, which makes people look worse than they do in real life.|
|Someone should remove all red lipstick from my possession. I look like my father in drag, in this photo. Why on earth am I smiling? The kitchen witch looks cuter than I do.|
|In the absence of a loving extended family, I cook. Does 19 dishes indicate my state of mind?|
|Two very rowdy girls dismantling my living room|
|Mark with his mom and a vintage paper turkey, also a gift from Lily|
|Freyja, after getting busted for being too wild. "Who me? I am just an innocent waif with a poodle"|
Things have been so intensely shitty for so long around here, and Tuesday I woke up to a fairly brisk leak in the dining-room.
I called Felipe from Eagle Roofing and he came right out and fixed the problem, and informed us that the sunroom needs a new roof.
Earlier in the month He came the school and repaired a big leak there. He is certainly the first person I call for any roofing issues.
I had spoken to our friend M a few weeks earlier and told him that he could join us, since prior to getting married he always celebrated holidays with Rolf and me, but since had not. At the last moment he confirmed that he would indeed come with his children and wife, so then it was set. I had to pull myself out of the funk and make something happen.
Then Karen called and said she was sick and depressed and didn't feel like a holiday. I told her I felt the same way and we should get together later when we were feeling better, without expectations of FUN.
Then another close friend called and said he had to do what the mom of his daughter wanted, so he could see the daughter, so the numbers were seriously dwindling.
Perhaps my idea of eating out wasn't so bad after all?
Wednesday I cooked and cleaned like crazy, while Freyja ran around helping me and tearing things apart, alternately. Thursday she woke up at 6:00am and Rolf and I took her to "Little T" on Division for a pretzel roll.
We cooked a little and killed time until 5:00pm, when I had to get serious about the food. For some reason the sweet potatoes were still crunchy at 5:30, so I had to microwave them, which is not something I would normally ever do.
Everything got done, and we sat down to eat at 6:00, with my friend's wife out sick.
There were ten of us, the tiniest group I have had in 22 years.