So, Thanksgiving was yesterday. And it wasn’t bad, overall. We had a friend over with her kids, and The Lovely Rhonda’s parents came, so it was a reasonably hectic affair. I’m not sure if I would have enjoyed it as much without some chaos and mayhem.
We had a smallish turkey and smallish spiral-cut ham and the usual side dishes. Our Thanksgiving is short on innovation but long on pie. I am the only one who likes cranberry sauce and this is okay with me.
Today we attended a bazaar at a rec center in Portland. Soap, particularly goat’s milk soap, is popular at these things. As are crocheted items. I saw a dress, about toddler-sized, that looked like it could stop a bullet. It was dense and variegated and I wondered how many potholders died that it may live. We bought a few things and moved on.
Tonight I attempted to assemble two small wire-mesh drawer things from Ikea. We got these for a bit of storage by our desks which we will need once school begins. I followed the instructions supplied within the packaging, but disaster struck as I put together drawer number three of the first thing. I put it together with the flanges facing in instead of out, making it a perfectly nice little tray but not so much a functional drawer. Thus it has been ordained that I should be journeying to Ikea in the morning to purchase eight more small plastic widgets with which to secure bits of the drawer to other bits of the drawer. The widgets, or as I believe they are called in Swedish, Wÿdgëtts, cleverly mushroom into useless globs of plastic the first and only time they can be used. To their credit, Ikea may charge me only about a dollar if anything for them. I guess they figure the privilege of laughing at my ineptitude after I leave is payment enough.
That and some cleaning and rearranging of the children’s rooms is how the day shall be spent. Let the good times roll, hallelujah, and be thankful for Ikea’s As-Is department.