An Update In Which I Ramble

Thanksgiving Day
I have to admit the truth. I don’t even like gravy, but I can make it without a recipe. And cooking Thanksgiving dinner was no more strenuous than cooking a regular Sunday dinner.

My 98-year old grandma and my mother arrived shortly before our scheduled eat-time of 1:00 p.m. Mom told me my brother and his wife would be late–they’d phoned right before they left at 12:30 p.m. and traffic on the freeway was heavy. So we began our Thanksgiving feast without them.

YoungestBoy ate three rolls and black olives. Babygirl ate black olives and spent the rest of the meal spooning cranberry salad from her plate to mine and back again. The rest of us ate heartily.

I’m not even sure what time my brother and his wife arrived, but by then, I’d put Babygirl to sleep and the boys had all left the table to play Nintendo. I’d started moving the food off the table when they finally appeared, so then Mom and I began reheating stuff and rearranging food back on the table. I was picking turkey from the carcass while they ate.

Wouldn’t you know it? An elderly church woman was taken to the hospital, suffering from what turned out to be a type of stroke, so my husband had to leave to make a hospital visit. She’s already doing a lot better, but I felt really sorry for her family.

I’ve been debating about whether I should go on and on about my brother here, and I finally decided that I ought not. But I will share this one incident.

Towards the end of the evening, just when I was thinking I would have to be unpardonably rude and tell my company, “Bye! I’m going to watch Survivor now!” my brother finished working on my computer. (He added a couple more programs to keep spyware away.) I’d gone upstairs and noticed a Bible story book on my bookshelves and remembered that I was going to give it to him. The inscription in it indicates it was given to him in 1971 from my grandparents (the same grandma who was at my house for Thanksgiving). I somehow ended up with it and always meant to give it to him.

So, I carried it downstairs, behind my back and said, “I have an early Christmas present for you!” With a flourish, I presented it to him, opening the book to the inscription. He barely glanced at it before he said, “Do you still have the bookshelf that Grandpa built for me in 1971?”

I said, “Bookshelf?”

He described it and said it was in a particular room in my dad’s house (where my husband and I lived during my dad’s illness and after his death). My brother said I told him we needed it, but would give it to him at some point.

That never happened. The conversation never happened. The bookshelf was never there. My brother remembers stuff that never happened, which normally doesn’t matter to me, but in this instance, he remembers me saying things I didn’t say and doing things I never did.

I didn’t want to point out that he was wrong, so I said, “Well, I don’t remember that bookshelf and I have no idea what happened to it.” We would never give away a bookshelf. We have too many books. We buy bookshelves–we don’t discard them. And we wouldn’t dream of giving away a piece of furniture constructed by my grandfather.

My brother acted as if I had personally torched this bookshelf to spite him. So, I just let it drop. I did say one more (pointless) time, “I don’t remember that bookshelf and I hope you know we would never have purposely given it away, if we’d had it in the first place.”

He clearly didn’t believe me. He’ll always think I threw away his bookshelf, the only thing he had that was from Grandpa. Well, besides the book with the inscription in Grandpa’s handwriting, but why quibble over details?

I am so happy that my brother found his wife, a lovely, kind woman who clearly adores him. Let’s just leave it at that.

Friday
I forgot that my husband had to work, so I found myself at home with the children Friday morning while my husband worked. Even so, since I had no Daycarekid and no schooling to oversee, the day seemed like a holiday. I cleaned up the remaining Thanksgiving mess and when my husband came home after lunch, I was set free! I joined the post-Thanksgiving Day shopping crowds, but mainly, I just meandered about, free of demands, free of children. I went to Costco, wandered about while my film was being developed at the one-hour photo shop, and then went to Toys R Us for a quick look-see. I have no problem figuring out what to get my daughter for Christmas, but the boys are more tricky because everything they want is expensive.

Anyway, I came home at 4:00 p.m., refreshed from my jaunt away from home.

Then, I realized that the staff potluck I’d suggested for “sometime in December” had turned into a reality and the date of that reality is December 4. In other words, in one week.

What have I done?

I spent the evening industriously working on the church nursery schedule and on the Vacation Bible School report (from last July’s event). At 11:00 p.m., I finished. I have no idea where this burst of unprocrastination originated, but I am so relieved to have those chores behind me.

Today
The day began slowly and fueled by donuts, I decided to shop. I had a Bath & Body Works coupon burning a hole through my pocket. And since YoungestBoy was going to a birthday party, I needed to buy a gift for him to take.

And lucky me! Babygirl was going with me. Not that I mind, really. She’s a fun little companion, but do you remember how a two year old slows you down? I guess that’s the good and the bad–toddlers slow you down. You really can’t hurry them along. That’s why it took me a good ten minutes to actually get out of the driveway with Babygirl.

First, I had to move the carseat from the van (she calls it “the man”). I hate refastening carseats.

Then, I buckled her up. I said, “Do you need to pee in the potty?” She said, “Yes.” So I unbuckled her and we almost reached the front door when she changed her mind. “I peed in the potty!” she exclaimed.

Back into the car and I realized I didn’t have my cell phone. Back to the house to retrieve it and finally, we were on our way.

At Bath & Body Works, Babygirl picked up everything, smelled it, carried it and then tossed it back on the shelf. I was trying to keep the translucent soaps from getting all dented while trying to figure out how to get the best bargain. I began to count in my head, pondering how many soaps to buy, who the recipients would be and then Babygirl said, “I need to pee.”

We had to leave that store (no bathroom) and go into T.J. Maxx, next door, which meant a long trek to the back of the store. Then I had the bright idea to look for a toy for the birthday party while I was there. Bad, bad idea. Babygirl had to touched and hold all the toys and at one point, I thought I might have to purchase a doll in a box for $14.99. Babygirl was so insistent about holding it. Finally, we left the store, but only with one purchase, a book for less than $4.00.

Then back to Bath & Body Works to ponder soaps. At last I made a decision, tossing soaps randomly into the basket, no longer caring, and then we paid and headed to Target for the birthday present. I was in the Goldfish cracker aisle when my cell phone rang. It was husband, wondering when I’d be home and if I was bringing lunch. It was 12:15 p.m. I said I’d bring bread and be home soon.

You just can’t hurry with a toddler. That’s the bottom line.

My husband spent the afternoon with YoungestBoy at the bowling alley birthday party. While he was gone, I prepared my entryway and kitchen wall for paint. Tonight I painted the entryway. Tomorrow, a second coat, then Monday, the kitchen wall will be primed for red paint.

Because I lost my mind invited company over for a potluck next Saturday night, my house has to be pulled together. The walls have to be painted. I have to get out my big, old fake Christmas tree.

And think–next week at this time, it will all be over.