What? Me Fail?
No, no. I really, really don't look at it as a failure. I've had a pretty bad month. This week isn't going so great either. I have the worst case of writer's block in the Western Hemisphere. I feel like screaming. I'm just not capable of keeping any sort of daily schedule at this point.
I will continue to blog. I will continue to try and find content for the rest of the site. This is my only "extra" thing. I deserve it. I'm keeping it. No matter what. Probably.
Seen a few interesting layouts this last week that I might try and implement here. (Yes. That's what I've been doing, instead of writing I've been "surfing" and reading.)
Might not blog tomorrow. My mother arrives at ten in the morning and expects to get back across town to her apartment by nightfall. (Being as I don't believe that to be possible, my mother will be sleeping in the room with the computer tomorrow night so I will not be able to update at midnight.)
Planned menu for tomorrow:
Sweet potato tarts and cherry granola breakfast thingies (for breakfast) (only we probably won't eat breakfast because my mother has most of the breakfast ingredients with her and won't be here until after 10:00 a.m.)
Turkey and trimmings: (shooting for a late lunch at around 2:30 p.m.) I will really try and get the turkey done by 1:00 p.m.. The dressing will take another hour (because my mother will only eat the kind you cook in a pan in the oven -- not something I could do in 20 minutes on the stove.)
Dessert will be one apple pie and one pecan pie. (Since I can't get them into the oven any earlier than 2:00 they can't possibly be done until at least 3:00. Someone remind me --- and my mother --- what time the sun sets this time of year.)
Wait. Okay. Never mind. I'm a failure. Tomorrow will probably be a horrible disaster. You may never hear from me again. (If I survive I will definitely write a post on Friday (after my mother leaves).
Happy Thanksgiving. (I wish we were all vegetarians. But I can't stand the pressure of a beautiful, sweet eight pound hen.)
(I'm going to try and watch the parade ---on tv, you know, the Big One --- with my kid. We've never been up to see the beginning. I'm hoping tomorrow is the day. If it is I'm taking notes and maybe photos --- of my kid, not the tv.)
