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It's been a few days since I've posted here, mostly because things have been simultaneously full and busy, yet uneventful. It's a remarkably pleasant change of pace, to be honest.
Thanksgiving was, for all intents and purposes, perfect. Nothing in the world makes me happier than having a houseful of friends, and cooking for them. My mom came to visit, and we had a house full of friends, and everything managed to come together just right. Friends from different social groups clicked, the timing on the food wasn't too crazily off, everything tasted good, folks were willing to indulge my overwhelming desire to play 'Encore,' and even the layered pumpkin custard dessert that I had been a little worried about turned out just fine. (Having never made a cooked meringue before, I'll admit to having been slightly intimidated by the concept.)
Friday I had to work, but I was scheduled at a clinic that I adore, and haven't been able to fit into my schedule for over a year. If anywhere else had asked me to work the day after a holiday I would have declined, but I was willing to make an exception for them. As it was, the day was fairly low-key, and I spent most of my time renewing my acquaintance with the office's cockatoo, who seems to take great delight in sitting on my shoulder, preening me, and saying 'Hi' over and over. And over. And over.
There was a brief interlude of miscommunication-related drama between friends, but even that seemed to work out for the best, leaving things even better than they were before the miniature kerfluffle started, and teaching me a bit of a lesson about the fact that sometimes negative self-esteem and the related assumptions can wind up being unfair to the other people involved, rather than just myself. It's something I need to think about more....
Yesterday I saw my first (and likely last, if it's any indication of the rest of the genre) Bond movie, started my holiday shopping, and had a delightful dinner with friends. And now my knee is gently protesting the three days of activity, so I am flopped out on the sofa with advil and ice, catching up with the world, and acting as a prop while my ever-patient husband tries to learn how to put my hair into a five-strand braid.
Sometimes I wonder how I got to be this lucky.
Thanksgiving was, for all intents and purposes, perfect. Nothing in the world makes me happier than having a houseful of friends, and cooking for them. My mom came to visit, and we had a house full of friends, and everything managed to come together just right. Friends from different social groups clicked, the timing on the food wasn't too crazily off, everything tasted good, folks were willing to indulge my overwhelming desire to play 'Encore,' and even the layered pumpkin custard dessert that I had been a little worried about turned out just fine. (Having never made a cooked meringue before, I'll admit to having been slightly intimidated by the concept.)
Friday I had to work, but I was scheduled at a clinic that I adore, and haven't been able to fit into my schedule for over a year. If anywhere else had asked me to work the day after a holiday I would have declined, but I was willing to make an exception for them. As it was, the day was fairly low-key, and I spent most of my time renewing my acquaintance with the office's cockatoo, who seems to take great delight in sitting on my shoulder, preening me, and saying 'Hi' over and over. And over. And over.
There was a brief interlude of miscommunication-related drama between friends, but even that seemed to work out for the best, leaving things even better than they were before the miniature kerfluffle started, and teaching me a bit of a lesson about the fact that sometimes negative self-esteem and the related assumptions can wind up being unfair to the other people involved, rather than just myself. It's something I need to think about more....
Yesterday I saw my first (and likely last, if it's any indication of the rest of the genre) Bond movie, started my holiday shopping, and had a delightful dinner with friends. And now my knee is gently protesting the three days of activity, so I am flopped out on the sofa with advil and ice, catching up with the world, and acting as a prop while my ever-patient husband tries to learn how to put my hair into a five-strand braid.
Sometimes I wonder how I got to be this lucky.
