The Aftermath

Some of you are just emerging from the loginess of Turkey Day. The way I do it when I host, which I did for a small group this year, is I clean up a whole bunch after the guests leave. Really I do most of it and leave the stubborn pots to soak in the sink. I run the dishwasher. Then, the next day, I do absolutely nothing. I chill out. I go to bed early and the next morning I clean up the rest of the mess. You probably can’t do this if you have a spouse because it will make them crazy to have a sink full of dishes but it works for me and it might work for you.

I have to say, it’s pretty funny when you’re sitting around on Thanksgiving evening and your sons are saying I need a such and such and the other is saying I’m going out to buy a (fill in the blank) and meanwhile you have those things neatly tucked away for the big day. I mean sometimes it’s amusing. Sometimes it means you’ll be making a trip to the UPS store.

Thought for the day:74339_10152159207220937_563155442_n

If I go out on Black Friday and the rest of the weekend is I go only to stores that have dedicated parking lots. No malls, parking garages for this gal. I like knowing I can escape quickly if the store is too crazy. I know, I’m getting pretty particular about things as time goes on. But I remain convinced that the best way to deal with the Christmas shopping frenzy is to stay home and lie on the sofa with a good book.

Here are a few: Tightrope by Simon Mawer and another of his: Trapeze  I am Pilgrim by Terry Hayes (long but stick with it); All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr. I may have mentioned this one before. It’s a great one; I learned a lot from it.

The coming season: