In Which Ma Accomplishes Something

Hoo-KAY, you're not gonna believe this, but I actually ordered the Christmas photo-cards today. But that's not all...I've just started on the Christmas LET-ter, so....kudos for Ma!

I've picked out the heading and written a whole sentence or two, so that's probably enough for one day. I'm getting another migraine, anyway. But the important thing is that I've started. Miscellaneous details can always be fabricated to fill in the body of the letter, later. Oh and hey...I just spelled "miscellaneous" right, the first time!

More kudoingishness!

Pork Jardinière is in el crocko potto, rice is on the stove, and brownies are in the oven. In other words,

EVERYTHING'S UNDER CONTROL.

Boring, but in control. I have the tendency to rotate between brownies, cookie bars, chocolate chip banana bread and ice cream, for dessert, but the kids can always take comfort in not having to eat liver.

On the harvest front, they finished up across the road from us, and late this afternoon, just at TWILIGHT, in fact, the huge combines rolled in for the cornfield south of our property.

OH the flurry of boys' shoes, stomping down the stairs, the donning of coats, the anxious cries of, "Why did they have to come now, when it's almost DARK?"

Someone grabbed a flashlight. A door slammed.

"Yeah...good luck out there in the dark and the drizzle, you guys..."

Talk about your agrarian angst. Not only is it late in the day, but it's cold and wet. Ethan is all atremble that he won't be able to see them harvest the spot next to our property. He could wake up in the morning and it would all be done....done and gone. Another chance to breathe in country corn chaff, all shot to smithereens.
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In other news, we'll be seeing Kendra and Sharon for Thanksgiving, as well as Jason. Not sure how long Jason will be staying, but he's certain to be up for the foodish festivities. Ardith and Justin will be coming by on Friday. Derek has to make do down Tyler, Texas, hobnobbing with intellectual Texans. He'll be home for Christmas, but is sure to have a grand time with two sets of aunts, uncles and cousins almost too numerous to name.

And now, it's time for slightly arthritic fingers to stop tapping and start setting the table...
 

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