My Thanksgiving Weekend

Thanksgiving in Canada is celebrated on the second Monday of October. We had invited a couple over with their children for a nice supper.

Sunday I prepared making the soup and also made spinach dip to be eaten with veggies, did the dessert..Prepared everything for the stuffing so when I got up early on Monday to put the turkey in the oven.. I wouldn't have so much to do or so much of a mess.

Monday rolls around and I get the rest of the food prepared.. and Carmen calls around 2 to say the kids won't be coming.. and that they will be there around 4. Fine. Her kids are good and I really don't mind when they come.. but sometimes it is a nice change of pace to be just "BIG KIDS!!".

We've pretty much decided we will have supper around 6, but it's nice they will get there early.. I haven't seen them in quite a while and I have stuff to show her. I want to show her how I have redecorated my bedroom.. not only painted.. but redesigned the furniture.. put two small side dressers together.. one atop the other.. put new hardware.. and molding on top.. and ball feet made with balls from fenceposts.. (I know it sounds really ratty, but I 'll dig up a picture soon and show you it is really nice) I also made the bedspread in ultrasuede.. curtains .. pillowcases.. well the whole shebang.

I also wanted to show her Worth1000 and the cool stuff we do there.

When they showed up they brought a bottle of wine and insisted we open it up at once.. so I and she both had a glass.

She is the tiniest thing.. perhaps 85 to 90lbs tops! I like wine but I'm a really slow drinker.. ( I guess that makes me a really cheap date, right? ) anyways.. I told her to take it easy.. but she insisted she was feeling fine. She did look fine, at the moment.

Anways.. around 5:30 we start with the soup.. I always put a dash of cayenne just before eating .. it gives the soup a bit of heat. She says.. oh good idea.. and put in one dash.. then another.. I 'm not talking chili powder here.. I'm talking cayenne pepper.. so she already has 2 and says.. not very hot.. and adds a third. Her hubby, Michel, is saying to her.. to go easy on it.

Soup was a hit.. liked by all.. now we are going to have a bit of salad.

She's still drinking.. I'm a bit worried.. I 'm telling to to slack a bit.. but NO! NO! I'm fine. I can tell Michel is not too happy about it either but she still seems fine and nobody wants to jump down her throat.

After salad she is starting to look a little queasy around the edges.. and by the time turkey gets to the table.. she can't eat.. not a bite.. Now.. you may say it is the food.. but Sylvain ate his plate.. you practically have to watch out he doesn't lick it.. and Michel (who before eating said.. oh.. don't give me so much) also left only bones and nothing else on the plate.

Carmen is starting to look a little green around the edges.. I ask her.. do you want to go to the bathroom.. no.. I'm never sick.. blah blah.. ( she's so macho, don't you think? )

So she asks can she have a coffee. We haven't finished eating, but of course we oblige.. only wanting her to feel better.

Coffee isn't going to do it. Michel brings her to the bathroom.. Twice. Second time around she's on her knees and she justs wants to prop her head on the toilet seat.. and stay there.. (This is the moment you are really proud that your toilet is clean!)

You want to say, I told you so! but what will that help now -- insert rhetorical question mark here!

So.. basically.. every one is making light of it.. laughing it off.. but truly it was sad. An evening ruined. I think we tried to keep it light so Michel wouldn't feel so darn bad.. having to support her to get to their car and then to strap her in as if she were a baby.

I prepared their desserts to bring home, especially for the kids.

Now I like wine.. but not because I want a buzz.. I like wine for the flavor. I like it with food. I don't need wine to make me a fun person. I've got to tell you.. I don't care how pretty and sophisticated you are .. you don't look elegant with your head propped on the crapper.

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Tuesday.

Sylvain has taken the week off and we will be doing renovations. Nothing major.. like room divisions.. but we have old ceiling tiles in the living room that are very crooked.. and look like rec-room tiles.. they are not beautiful or vintage anything.
Here is what they look like.



I'm his official assistant.. ha! We have an expression here .. called "bouche-trou".. you fill in the holes... you do what others don't want to do. I call it being Polyfilla... just like spackle.

I get coffee.. I get tools.. I hold things up .. help bring them down.. measure.. and listen to how old and crooked our house is.

Anyways.. It will be worth it when it is done.

Here is a pic of Sylvain .. putting up the gyproc.



So.. we are tired.. only got half done.. will continue tomorrow and then after that we will have to plaster.
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Oh.. and I did a chop this weekend for a contest.. It really did very badly but I had a blast making it.. it was just so much fun.. I hadn't done a chop in a long while.. well if you don't count the last speedround, where I put the image on my desktop.. left for lunch came home and with an 1 1/2 to go.. started looking for sources.. and shouldn't have uploaded an unfinished image.. but just didn't care. Anyways..
I still like the image.. and even though it "AIN'T" perfect.. it makes me smile.. and
hope it may make you smile too!