Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. We may or may not have ham.
The movers arrived today. I had one goal; that of finishing the kitchen and I achieved it. This is the first house that is mine as a adult and so I had the absolute pleasure of arranging the cupboard space exactly to my liking. I have further plans to fine tune, but for now, all is well.
My birthday is coming up and as chickens would probably not go over so well in our uppity, by the book, white Christmas light only gated community, poultry were no longer an option as a gift.
Instead, I received a stainless steel Cuisinart coffee maker that can be programed to grind and then brew the beans, twelve cups at a time. Owning one has always been a dream of mine and it suits the whole suburban island of domestic delights that we are now mired on.
That being my second sarcastic comment about this community, one might gather that I am disliking it. But honestly, my feelings are mixed. I feel special, oh so special, when I cruise by in the owners lane at the gate, leaving the sad visitors to have to register and receive their day pass. I also love the sheer quietness of it. There is hardly any traffic at all. There are wooded hills and vales and deer. Deer are every where.
We went on post today for the first time, what a difference! The buildings are brick and venerable, stately even. There are wide green lawns and large trees. The PX was large, though it did not have the mop/broom behind the door organizer or utensil organizer or many other of the items I was particularly looking for.
However, at the Commissary, some strange form of possessive madness came over Keith and I. In a frenzied rush we tossed food after food into the cart. Bottles and bottles of soda and juice, four pounds of ground beef, six packages of mac 'n cheese and so on and so on. Perhaps it was because we hadn't gone grocery shopping in such a long time.
And guess what we had for dinner tonight after all that? Pizza. If I eat another piece of pizza in the next six months, I will keel over in spasms and die. It's all we've been subsiding on since we began packing up the Colorado house three weeks ago.
The bedroom right now is sheer chaos. Furniture is haphazard, clothing in boxes, boxes obscuring doorways and our suitcases remain unpacked. However, tonight for the first time in a long, long time we will sleep in our own bed, on our own sheets.
Oh the bliss.
