Our younger son is hosting Thanksgiving at his house next week. His culinary expertise is pretty much limited to macaroni and cheese, the kind in the blue box. I will be borrowing a roaster from my sis-in-law on Sunday and the yet-to-be-purchased turkey will be cooked in it at Billy's house under the watchful eye of my husband. The roaster, originally his mom's, is his specialty. The stuffing and desserts are my thing. Side dishes will be brought by the various relatives coming and we will have a wonderful time. We always do.
Surely my family isn't the only one who seems to wait until company is coming to finish (or maybe begin?) long delayed home projects. One year we painted the house on the eve of Easter. (Happy Easter, c'mon in, just don't lean against the walls!) My sons are carrying on this tradition. I am making tablecloths to cover 8 ft folding banquet tables and today Bill will helping Billy mount a TV on the wall over his fireplace. This has been talked about for over a year. I no longer get antsy over this last minute activity. Heck, I've been known to plan a party just to get projects done!
Yesterday's flurry of activity included shopping trips and errands outside of the house. It was the first time Grandpa and I took Colton with us. Everything took longer because A) we had to show him the hardware and toy sections of Target (guess who handled which tour); B) we watched him take everything in and therefore walked more slowly; and C) Colton charmed the socks off everyone who paid attention to him.
All that charming must have been tiring work. It sure tired me out. I sat in the recliner singing our favorite songs until Colton zonked out. I thought I would wait just a minute longer before moving him but instead, I fell asleep too. Grandpa has learned how to work my camera and here is his proof.
I must say, if your day isn't going to go as planned, this is certainly a nice way to have it go awry.