Monday starts a new week

It's Thanksgiving week. The turkey is in the fridge, as is the cranberry sauce and one nice yellow onion. It is only real cranberry sauce if it has the identations from the can. The bread has been thawed. The corn bread mix is ready to be made. But, oh, oh, we don't have the celery, the olives, the sparkling grape and cranberry juice and some brown gravy mix for Melissa. There are Potato Buds in the cupboard (ooh, not real 'tatoes). Grandma is making the candied yams and more veggies are at the store (don't forget to put them on the shopping list for tomorrow).

We moved Dad's ashes from the table and put him in the family room. We will take him to the cemetery on Friday. In the meantime we can still talk to him here. He loved Thanksgiving.

We all had parts of the meal to fix as soon as we were able to do something, all, except Melissa, the "not-a-cook". She loves brown gravy with her turkey. Why? I have not got the faintest idea. If she wants it, she can make it. She can boil water and heat soup so should be able to make gravy from a mix. John is the cook in her house. She is at the studio so much, or at competitions for her students, or doing the paper work that she has no time for cooking. It is a good thing she decided on a performing arts career. She is very talented and enjoys dance and performing so much, and housework and cooking so little that she is happy with her life. Peter understood this and was so patient with her. Although he did tease her about her inablity to create a funny joke. He was very proud of her. And she loved and was proud of him. She was so happy when she was able to change the name of the studio to O'Sullivan's Dance Academy. She sent pictures of the signs to him as soon as they were up.

Time to complete the shopping list and listen to Randi Rhodes on Air America.