It's 2 PM and I'm still running around the house in my flannels. I have absolutely no desire to get out and join the rest of the world in the 24 hour mad dash to Thanksgiving or the holiday maddness. Last night I spend most of the evening preparing two full sized (13x9) trays of Tiramisu for Doug's Thanksgiving pot luck lunch at work. From the phone call I just got, they seem to like it. Which is good-- thank G*d.
Last year we were on the road coming back from Illinois, somewhere between Kansas City and Oklahoma City. Dinner was a Thanksgiving Buffet held at a Flying J's truckstop in Joplin, MO. I remember we didn't stop that night until we got into Amarillo, Texas and checked into a La Quinta. We spent the rest of the trip back to Diamond Bar, following I-40, the old Route 66. We spent an entire day in Albuquerque, NM doing some shopping at Old Town. It was an enjoyable trip-- and a lot less stress than flying. When we thought about the fact we were making the trip, in the context of everything that had happened that Fall, we were very thankful we were able to make the trip-- especially after 9-11.
This year Turkey Day will be spent going and doing whatever Doug wants. We have absolutely nothing planned. He asked me not to make a Turkey this year, and joked we might even drive out to the truckstop for an Anniversary Dinner at the Flying J's in Barstow. Who knows what we're going to do? All I know is I'm not going to kill myself in the kitchen preparing a meal. Doug is on call all day and when we don't have family and friends to share it-- so other than the leftover factor, why should I?
As for the rest of the weekend-- Doug works all weekend. "Sick people don't go home for the holidays." The old saying goes. This phrase is one of those things we agreed to when he and I signed up to work in healthcare years ago. For Doug it's a way of life with over 4000 patients to oversee and one I retired from it nearly 15 years ago. I can suck the life out of you if you aren't careful. At times I see him getting far too tired because of the lack of staff, but I'm greatful he's got a wonderful job.
I figure I'll spend the rest of the weekend at home. I'm going to attempt to clean out the garage and get some of the yard work finished up. I have always shunned the mall shopping sprint and never had the desire to do the 6AM shopping game since Mom died.
If I get bored I have the following options:
1. Go play with my computerized sewing machine and finish a couple quilts I'm supposed to be making for Christmas and a friend who just moved into a new house.
2. Go to the Pharmacy and decorate the office for the holidays.
3. Clean out my office from all the crap I have from Comdex's past and present.
I see Halley's been writing up a stellar set of cribnotes for answering that burning question which is bound to be asked around the holiday dinner table. "What is a Weblog?"
Allow me to add a couple more comments/answers to the list--
Weblogs allow me to say what's on my mind and in my own way without large volumes of editorial BS or political correctness. Cliff, I don't want to be edited or commented to about my writing style here. Get over it. This is not printed work, it's a running thought. Get it? (Wonder how long it will take him to read that? Bets?)
My blog has given me the opportunity to put all nearly all of my interests online under one roof. One never knows where the feedback and assistance is going to come from-- and you stand a chance of meeting some really neat people.
Blogging can be a place where your family could come to read what's going on in your life-- vs. call. If only they could figure out the URL... Eh! may be not huh?
It appears from this story that certain Time Warner periodicals are thinking of joining their adoptive parent, AOL, in a suicide pact.
AhemDoc! Don't know if you remember, but CompuServe was the first online service to ever carry Time Magazine. At that time we carried about 85% of the entire magazine including the pictures. But then again, there wasn't a browser-- yet.
Should AOL fold in Time as exclusive content after being free for all this time, it will go over like a lead balloon.
DING! The email bell goes off while I'm making a batch of my killer Tiramosu for Dr. Doug's office party tomorrow. I finally wipe the custard off my hands, grab a cup of coffee and wander over to the computer to see who's pestering me at this hour-- "Hmmm! It's Rageboy. It figures." I tell myself. "RB is the only person I know who's more of an insomniac than I am!" With that, I open the email from the virtual chickmagnet to find out he's talking to Halley and pestering poor Donna Wentworth of Corante about why he's not on her Bloggroll. I want to scream-- "Jeeze Chris! *I* am still not on your bloggroll! And I've loved you sooo much longer than most. Some men! Humph!"