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Oh, wow!  Clyde Edgerton is coming to FRANK (a local art gallery) next week!  He's doing a show with John Rosenthal.

I am SO THERE.  With my battered copy of The Floatplane Notebooks

This really is a place where dreams come true.  I think of the people I've met over the years since I've been here, people I never in my wildest imagination thought I would have the gift of meeting.  And now I get an email from Sudie saying "Do you want to come early and help set up?  That way you'll get the good seats for the talk and first crack at the crudites.".

My life is weird.

There's going to be some unpleasentness this weekend.  Kent's mom has been calling...and calling...and calling.  I guess she forgot I have a job now.  She's been leaving long, rambling messages about Thanksgiving.  I told him he is going to have to tell her that we're not coming.  He has to work and, even if he didn't...we simply can't afford it.

I'm a horrible human being.  As much as I want to see Suzie and Shelby, the idea of NOT spending five days in DE with a cranky, Fox News addict who chain smokes and a woman who pesters me "what do you think your boys are doing today?  Do you think you should call them?  I would call them" and gets anxious that I'm not eating enough and "why are you doing THAT to a turkey?" seems like heaven.  I told Kent I'd come in on Turkey Day and volunteer in the dining room (because I need my heart carved out with a grapefruit spoon).  I may ask for that Friday off so we can have our own Thanksgiving.

I really wish he liked white meat.  A turkey breast makes more sense for two people than the ginormous turkey we end up with.

I played with the new sewing machine last night and It.  Is.  Amazing.  I did a couple of test pieces, and it can handle denim, duck cloth, and lighter fake leather.  I think I'm in love.

Okay....time to suit up.  I get to deal with Manager Tightpants and Goodtime Charlie today.  Which pretty much means I'm the de facto FoH manager.  Yay.


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Sep. 30th, 2016 02:44 pm (UTC)
I have seen half turkeys somewhere, but can't remember what chain.
Oct. 2nd, 2016 08:38 pm (UTC)
I remember my Granma used to have the butcher at our local Piggly Wiggly cut turkeys in half, but he thought she was adorable and pretty much do anything she asked.

Yeah, she rocked the whole 4'10", big blue eyes, and baby girl voice thing.
Sep. 30th, 2016 04:58 pm (UTC)
we switched to Cornish hens years ago
Sep. 30th, 2016 09:18 pm (UTC)
this! I go to my friend's house for turkey day, and last year we had cornish game hens instead of turkey - it was lovely!
Oct. 2nd, 2016 08:42 pm (UTC)
I love Cornish hens, but I wouldn't dream of doing them for Thanksgiving. Kent was born on Thanksgiving (November 24), and his mother turned it into a sort of High Holy Day. I don't dare mess with the menu.
Oct. 5th, 2016 05:03 am (UTC)
Heh. I can totally see that - while the hens were tasty - there was something "missing" about not having the turkey carcass!
Oct. 5th, 2016 09:47 pm (UTC)
And we always make tons of turkey stock, which lasts us well through the winter.
Oct. 1st, 2016 12:31 am (UTC)
dark meat rules! white meat drools!

and yay for the new sewing machine kicking ass!
Oct. 2nd, 2016 08:43 pm (UTC)
It actually works out well for us in the long run, because no one is fighting over the drumsticks! That was practically a blood sport in my house growing up.
Oct. 2nd, 2016 09:02 pm (UTC)
*grins* my childhood was similar. there was occasionally tears over the drumstick.
Oct. 1st, 2016 02:51 am (UTC)

If the Fox News love didn't stop me, the chain smoking definitely would.

Oct. 2nd, 2016 08:49 pm (UTC)
It is absolute, utter hell. I swear the only reason I've made it through in years past is a combination of heavy duty allergy meds (I'm not only allergic to cigarette smoke, but cats and dogs...which they also have) and that Kent and I have declared in the past that screwdrivers are just as acceptable as mimosas with breakfast. And lunch. And...
Oct. 1st, 2016 09:51 am (UTC)
Your MIL sounds like my mom. Oh the guilt tripping!!

However, the art gallery sounds like fun!!!
Oct. 2nd, 2016 08:52 pm (UTC)
She makes my mom look like a rank amateur. On top of it, she's bipolar and has memory issues from them messing with/changing her meds over the years.

But none of that matters when she's in my face asking about the boys or trying to push food on me every five minutes (you KNOW how I feel about people commenting on my eating habits). I misplace my compassion *real* quick.

I'm really looking forward to a night at the gallery. And this show is combining paintings, photography, AND writing!

Plus, it's always cool to run into past and present regulars in a non-restaurant context.

Edited at 2016-10-02 08:55 pm (UTC)
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