Still Christmas Day . . . aka Nap Afternoon

The turkey went in the roaster just before six this morning and, no, I did not have to do any cold water thawing. However, getting the bag of yuck out of the stuffing cavity was challenging. Fortunately, the turkey was already dead or I would have killed it. I have conquered the task of preparing potatoes in the morning and keeping them in a crockpot until time to eat.

“Time to eat” was unusual this year; all of a sudden we were doing it. I had been wondering about sitting down without Mother there and when Cameron walked through the kitchen and asked when “lunch” was going to be, I looked at the turkey and potatoes boy and told him he could eat now. It avalanched  into us having a Christmas house-picnic. Don’t think buffet; just see us pulling stuff out of the oven as it was ready and munching. Of course, we used our Christmas plates . . . We have some standards, you know.

I wore my green Christmas present socks that lit up and my trapper hat that Alison gave me – sort of looking like a skirted ice road trucking elf.

About three, I decided to watch a DVD and saw some scenes, slept through others. Then I seriously napped. Then I got shorter tempered than usual. Then I snacked and watched some show about a disappearance at Dairy Queen, then something about Columbus and his voyages. I am almost prone now, with my computer on my tummy.

I am still short-tempered.