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The Mania begins

Wow, is it the 23rd already? Jeez - I'm barely able to process what events have transpired up until now.

Regardless of how it came to be, I must still live with the consequences of my choices. Of my actions. I've been sewing.

Yes, see - it's almost Thanksgiving and... Well, that really should be explanation enough. Need more? My parents are coming to visit.

It's their first trip to Boston since we've moved here and even though they're extremely laid-back people (for Hoosiers), they're really easy going and fun-loving, and I’m getting tense. I feel the mania building. I've been fighting it off for weeks but it came to a head this weekend.

It started with a list
I had to make a little list of things to pick up from the drug store. It was simple: paper towels, tooth paste, deodorant. But then I walked through the kitchen and saw how the curtains don't coordinate (they actually clash with) the rugs, then I realized we didn't have extra chairs, then we needed actual blankets for the guest bed, and the next thing I knew I had a big Target check list. Complete with boxes to be checked.

So, husband in tow, I hit Target. (For the record, when we were waiting for a parking spot I urged my husband to be more aggressive saying, and I now quote "This is a war." )

And $227 later we returned home with bags and bags and we did laundry. Or rather, he did laundry while vacuumed the tiny wisps of spider webs from the ceilings. We laundered and laundered and laundered. I think we did 9 loads. It was spectacular. Everything is clean and smells great. Everything - curtains, table cloths, sheets, blankets we don't even use, the cat bed, everything.

We've got 3 full days until my parents land (at midnight on Wednesday) and I believe we'll be ready.

So far....
I reorganized the pantry.
I organized the guest room/home office.
I'm awaiting the delivery of my Container Store purchases so that I can get the front closet sorted.
I cleaned out my own closet.
I cleaned out the refrigerator.
I cleaned out the freezer.
I scrubbed the scuff marks off the walls.
I installed fresh Glade Plug-ins in each room of the house.
I sewed curtains.
I ordered the Thanksgiving meal.

Oh yes - while I've bananas and started sewing, I know where my skills go a little wonky. I can cook with the best of them, but cooking a complete Thanksgiving meal (and timing it right so that everything is ready at the same time) is daunting. It's not hard to cook a turkey or bake a pie. But when you've got to do it all at the same time... its possible there might be crying or swearing or worse.

So I called up the local grocery store and discovered that I could order dinner for 10 people for under $50. How great is that? Sadly, there will only be four or five us -- but still!

I called Indiana last night and confessed to my step-mother. Her reaction was as I expected, "Don't go to trouble for us." She means it. She encourages us to take short-cuts for big events like this and to remember to have fun.

And this is my holiday entertaining tip - just because you didn't cook it yourself doesn't mean that your meal or party or whatever isn't special. Remember, you cleaned your own toilet or wall or pantry and the key to a good meal is all in the presentation. And if that's ruined, get your guests drunk with tasty wine.


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By: Alyssa | Sunday, November 23, 2003 at Sunday, November 23, 2003 | |  

I'm omni-lingual

I swear this actually happened.

Sometime into the second day in Paris, I found myself deprived of sleep and completely capable of understanding what everyone around me was saying. I was on fire with my responses to French queries, I could follow some math or counting in Italian and I actually laughed at a joke in German because I understood it! I don't speak freakin' German.

I thought: Oh God, I've become Omni-Lingual! I've tapped into some amazing, sleep-deprived portion of my brain that allows me to understand everyone. It's like my own personal tower of Babel or something.

And then, just a quickly as I found it, I lost it. It was gone. So gone - gone to the point I could barely offer poulet and frites in French, a langauage I can speak witih some limited fluency.

I blame it on the rain.

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By: Alyssa | Friday, November 07, 2003 at Friday, November 07, 2003 | |  

Excerpts from a Travel Journal

Day 1 - Paris:
Wow. What a great day. Okay, I haven't slept in like 39 hours but I'm in freakin' France! We'll take a nap and everything will be cool. Just like an hour, 2 hours tops. We couldn't check into the hotel for a couple of hours so we wandered around. It's colder than we expected, but we had breakfast.... I used the French loo which turned out to be a nicely tiled hole in the floor. What an adventure!

Day 2 - Paris:
The nap - okay the 4 hour sleep - threw me off. It's thrown Deeps off too, but it's okay. Thank God the cleaning lady woke us up.

I'm drinking lots of Cafe au Lait to break up the day and to keep going. We walked all the way to the Seine and the Eiffel Tower and back to the hotel. We avoided many piles of dog poo. Oh those Parisians.

Day 3 - Paris:
Okay, I'll admit it. I'm an ugly American. I'm kinda getting tired of the French, with their smoking and lack of leash laws. It's a stinky day. But I'm now the proud owner of a beret!

Day 4 - Paris:
I confessed my feelings of isolation and alienation to my spouse in the wee hours of the morning as we lay awake watching horrible German television. I thought we were sharing a very close moment as a married couple. He told me that I'm the worst travel companion he's ever known.

Day 5 - Paris:
Today I saw a German tourist wearing a beret get pegged in the head with a piece of baguette while sitting on the top level of the Bateaux Mouches. The baguette was tossed by an "angry French youth". In other news, my feet really hurt.

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By: Alyssa | Monday, November 03, 2003 at Monday, November 03, 2003 | |