I finished Stiff by Mary Roach and have started Lives in Ruins by Marilyn Johnson. Nonfiction is where it’s at. I feel inspired to extend Nonfiction to November to Nonfiction THE REST OF 2014! Perhaps Nonfiction 2015? I don’t know, I’m just really nerding out on the nonfic right now and it’s incredible.
America just celebrated the national holiday of cooking: Thanksgiving! I cooked at home for my immediate family. There was one wee disaster involving a melted thermometer but everything was golden after that.
We had a very traditional turkey dinner, including a spicy corn casserole that is my all-time favorite side dish. I hope all of my American friends had a great holiday and that my non-American friends enjoyed the millions of food pictures on Instagram.
The photos that I had taken of my kiddos turned out wonderfully. I can’t wait to frame, wrap, and give them as gifts to assorted family members. (Let’s hope they aren’t peeking here!) Here’s one of my favorite shots:
We had to have our furnace worked on. Isn’t it just the best when you have to drop a big chunk of change on a home repair right before Christmas? I recommend it, har har.
We finally named our newest family member. Meet Myrtle! (As in Moaning Myrtle…Meowing Myrtle?)
I didn’t head out on Black Friday and I sure as hell didn’t shop on Thursday. I think the only way to stop the consumerism madness is for more of us to stay home. I’m doing my part. It’s not even the proverbial drop in the bucket, I know that. But I feel better about myself when I don’t participate in the crazy. There’s nothing wrong with wanting that great deal. There is something wrong about minimum wage workers being forced to work on a day we are supposed to be filled with gratitude for the things we already have. Gross.
I talked about my Christmas baking traditions and shared a recipe for cutout cookies in a guest post on I’m Lost in Books. Thanks so much for asking me to participate in your Holiday Extravaganza, Becca!
Christmas decorating and baking and music and wheeeee! It’s almost that time for me. I can feel the spirit coming. It’s not quite here, but it’s close.
Are any of you attempting a bookish tree this year? If I can figure out where to put one I might just give it a whirl myself. New kittens and trees don’t mix. Come to think of it, new kittens and piles of books don’t mix either. Hmmm.