But ya gotta have leftovers

The tree persists in being green, in spite of several days of sub-freezing temps. The leaves cling fast, although a couple of storms have swept through, and snow has fallen, melted and fallen again. (And melted again as you can clearly see.) But this tree clings to decent coverage just like a shy woman going through the airport screening devices. she's just as slow about leafing out in the spring, though, so it evens out.

As we were out on our weekly shopping trip, we ran across a stroke of genius. there was a fresh twenty pound turkey in the butcher's case, which had been split stem to stern on Friday, and was marketed as two half turkeys for sixty cents a pound. We snapped that puppy right up! Half a turkey is brilliant! Fast to cook, small enough for two people to eat, and the price couldn't be beaten with a stick. this way I get a thigh, with a drumstick for later, and DH gets breast, with more breast for sandwiches later, and there is a wing and half the back for soup bones. What is it about left-over roast turkey? Standing barefoot in the kitchen in the middle of the night with cold air falling out of the open fridge while you pick gobbets of meat off the bones . . . It has a certain private wicked magic to it.

We got a tree. I got it decorated. The house smells of noble fir. After DH left for work this morning, I plugged in all the Christmas lights, turned off all the regular lights, and just sat there being happy, happy in the twinkly dark.

And I have just finished the Christmas cards. i think. Every year, someone emerges from the past and I get to add them to the list. But for now, it's all done and ready to mail. Next, making potpourri I think. Or maybe a nice brisk nap. Cats vote for a nap . . .