Ah, let us chat once more before we close the books on this stupidly crazy year! Let's see, there was a plane trip, and COVID, and lots of failed job interviews, and new-boobs surgery and recovery, my discovery of the West, a typically humid summer, a trip to Acadia (wait, did Larry and I actually travel 3 times this year?), Rachel's wedding (still can't quite believe that one), and the advent of our empty nest.
Folks, it's been a lot, really. And to usher out the year in the appropriate fashion, some rogue virus decided to try to finish me off, so I ended up in bed on Christmas Eve, shivering and ache-y and coughing, while the merriment continued unabated below. A shout out to my girls, who stepped up and made sure breakfast was prepped and dishes were cleaned, etc., all while I lay upstairs and prayed I wouldn't die on Christmas Day, because wouldn't that be sort of a bummer?
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| What Santa brought me |
I'm still coughing and trying to make sure this thing doesn't turn into pneumonia, but I'm doing better than I was. I'm disappointed, though, because the week between Christmas and New Year's is supposed to be fun, and all I have done is lie around and take Mucinex and Sudafed and cough a lot. No cold weather hikes, no trips to the movie theater, NOTHING - just me and my bag of cough drops watching Nobody Wants This on Netflix and scrolling through Instagram. Oh, and I read a book, so I guess my brain isn't totally gone yet, yay.
Also, the house is full of holiday cookies and candy and I don't even feel like eating them. If that's not alarming, I don't know what is.
*coughing break*
Halloween happened, do cast your eyes upon my Candy Charcuterie creation:
In November we found a beautiful (and free) dining room table on Buy Nothing, so we gave away our pockmarked old IKEA dining table and its five remaining rickety chairs to someone else and I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a pang of regret watching those decrepit but well-loved pieces of furniture being carried out my front door.
So many Thanksgivings and Christmases and birthdays celebrated at that table! I had to bid a fond farewell to the firmly entrenched family ritual of checking the chairs before everyone sat down - you know, to make sure the rungs were firmly seated and wouldn't give way? It was a treasured tradition, and honestly I sort of missed it this past Thanksgiving.
Of course, that left us down 5 chairs, and we were already short 4 chairs in the kitchen. You see, we had given away our other IKEA set (a black round table with self-storing leaf and six black chairs) to Theo and his wife last June, because I was tired of all that black in the kitchen and a neighbor had offered me her round white table instead. So we have the new (used) white table in the kitchen (with a leaf we have to lug upstairs from the guest room closet), along with 2 chairs that I got for free that are a style I adore (chrome with padded seats), only the padding is ripped on the sides.
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| I LOVE it, but yeah, the stuffing is coming out |
Larry was probably wondering at this point why I had traded down on the kitchen furniture, and I really don't have an answer for that. Except I was tired of all the black, did I mention that?
Anywhoo, there we were, with 2 tables and 2 chairs, which wasn't an ideal situation, especially 2 weeks before Thanksgiving. So we started looking for chairs: Craigslist, Marketplace, all the online stores. But here's the problem - it turns out that Larry and I have very differing expectations for chairs. To sum it up, he likes ugly ones, and I don't. I could go into more detail, but really, that's it.
So, in the interests of preserving our marriage, we narrowed our search to chairs we could both tolerate (in the meantime borrowing a couple of chairs from Rachel to tide us over, chairs I found for her on Buy Nothing last year that just happen to go PERFECTLY with my new dining room table, but I digress). We did manage to find four bucket chairs locally, used, that we can tolerate for both the kitchen and the dining room:
And yes, they ARE black. I really wanted bucket chairs that would provide a fun pop of color, but it turns out Larry isn't a fun pop of color type of guy. Who knew?
Feeling sort of desperate at this point, we decided to bite the bullet, as it were, and buy brand new the same chairs Rachel has, but it turned out West Elm had stopped selling them. So we bought something somewhat similar from Wayfair and they arrived and neither of us really liked them and we sent those back (because when we're paying full price for chairs, we are way pickier than when they are free). Hey, at least we agreed on something, right?
What I am trying to say is that this stupid chair search CONSUMED us for two solid weeks (again, Thanksgiving was approaching and WE NEEDED CHAIRS), and we got sort of nowhere. We ended up borrowing the rest of Rachel's chairs and telling our neighbors that Thanksgiving would be a BYOChair event this year. They totally rolled with it, God bless them.
We were having 16 people for Thanksgiving, and I did my typical slow-roll holiday prep for the holiday, so things could be nice and relaxed and we could all enjoy ourselves, even if we didn't have anywhere to sit. I took it one step further this year by buying PRECUT bread cubes at Whole Foods, so prepping the stuffing was a breeze, comparatively speaking.
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| Best thing since, uh, sliced bread |
Things were looking good: I got the desserts and cranberry sauce done on Tuesday (no apple(sauce) pie this year), and I rose bright and early Wednesday to tackle the stuffing, secure in the knowledge that only a natural disaster could wreck our holiday at this point. Planning is important. Planning prevents chaos. I'm a planner, and I had this down, chairs or no chairs.
So tell me, dear reader, does a broken dishwasher count as a natural disaster? Because that's right, THE DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING, my dishwasher decided to stop draining. Larry - who's usually the "call the repairman" type - spent 2 hours watching YouTube videos in an attempt to fix it himself, because we both knew we weren't going to be seeing a repairman until after the holiday. But the dishwasher refused to yield to Larry's desperate ministrations, and we had to face the fact that our nice relaxed holiday was going to be replaced with one where I was haranguing the kids to wash dishes and not use any extra forks. Not quite the laidback vibe I was looking for, you know?
As a result, I'm not sure our neighbors will want to come back next year, even though I DID return their chairs. We've still got a couple of Rachel's, though. You know, just until we find something else. Yeah, that's it...
