Sunday I made pie crust and went to a poetry workshop and then a reading. Monday I helped my son with a car loan application, went to my "Welcome to the Wonderful World of Medicare" wellness visit, did my volunteer thing at the library, and then had writing group. Tuesday was do a load of laundry, go grocery shopping, go to the poetry group meeting, then work on finishing up the grand kid's advent baskets.
I am making all the little bags and boxes and filling them with little treats. Some of the treats are dollar bills that I folded into rings, butterflies, little elf shoes, and bow ties. (Pinterest is a dangerous place, a slippery slope. Why, oh why do I fritter my time playing there?) I need this to be ready for this weekend.
Tomorrow I will need to put together the pies and bake. I had thought about heading to Connecticut in the afternoon, but the weather seems to be telling me that is not going to happen. I bought rolls at the market instead of making them as I had planned. I small dose of reality hit me beside the head and I had a brief moment of clarity--all to fleeting. I do hope we do not get the nasty weather, or at least that it will be over with by Thursday morning if it does hit tomorrow.
Now there's the buzzer from the dryer. I have to go fold. Good grief. It looks as though the kitchen will be a torn apart mess for a bit longer than I had planned.
Well, I really am hoping to make it to Connecticut. If not, the Heberts will have no pie and I will have too much. Pie and wine would have to be my big meal. Hmmm. Is that a bad thing?