NaBloPoMo, xxiii

My uncle has arrived and opted to start his visit with a nap. He is totally my kind of house guest. The down time gives me a moment to report that Thanksgiving went off without a hitch. The pecan pie was well received and I converted two more people to the way of the puh-kahn. Granted they were under the age of fifteen and grossed out with my pee-can/outhouse analogy, but whatever, I consider it a moral victory. The mashed rutabaga was not as popular, but that is okay. It meant there was more for me!

I did have a moment or two of stress (because I am a control freak) when everyone kept opening the oven to check on the turkey and stuffing. In my head I was all, "Leave the oven closed! You're letting out all of the heat! The bird will never cook! Grrr." But on the outside I was all peace and tranquility. It worked out nicely and the bird did cook.



On the drive down I was able to get some knitting done on the socks. There was a pretty nasty accident which added an extra hour and a half to my knitting time, uh, I mean our travel time.