Thanksgiving Week

In the US, this is the week of Thanksgiving, and my husband has taken the whole week off, partly because he is taking his car (the one that hit the fallen tree) in for repairs.

The first part of that sentence means that I need to do some inventory of the fridge, freezer, and pantry for cranberry relish, pumpkin pie, and pecan pie ingredients, followed by grocery-shopping for anything I'm missing.

The second part means I have to protect my exposed belongings, if necessary by flinging my body on top of them, from Mr. Hurricane Of Throwing Away. I will hear the question, "Do you still use this?" many times. I predict a very stressful week for an introvert packrat.

I will also be hearing helpful phrases like, "Do you want me to start bread?"

This is a code phrase meaning, "I want you to make bread so I can eat it, and I know if I put the ingredients in and start the bread machine running, you will be forced to come and monitor it so that it actually makes dough and doesn't keep beating the dough-ball against one end of the pan while half the flour huddles against the other end of the pan."

One thing about bread dough: it does not mix well with knitting.

Neither does laying (lying? laying? I always get those mixed up) atop a pile of your belongings to keep them from blowing away.

If I get any knitting time in, you'll be the second to know.