Mom left on the Saturday after Thanksgiving. I can happily report that she’s no longer watching Fox News. She no longer watching it because it was making her nervous and has starting getting her news from some channel in Orlando that is evidently targeting seniors with lead stories like “It’s gonna be a hot one today!” and “Maybe you should play golf in the morning– don’t forget to drink a lot of water!” I think it’s a good move for her.
Saturday we started getting Christmas assembled and Mr. Poe started working on the tree. I will bring the tree upstairs from the storage room but I don’t ever help him decorate the tree. Because he has very, very certain ideas about what ornaments belong where and it actually takes more time for him if I help him decorate because he has to move every ornament I put on at least twice. Our tree this year is pink and slver with a glamourous silvery angel on top. We wanted a tree that screamed “Machismo!”. Here’s Mr. Poe hard at work:
Ashley Junior inspecting the it nearly finished. He’s looking for the tree skirt that he loves to chew on then pee on then chew on again:
The dogs were so worn out from Abuelita they couldn’t keep their eyes open all weekend:
Sunday we had the CAT2 Sunday people over for an organizational meeting. Not necessary at this point because we do the same thing every year because it works so well so it’s really not a lot of planning. But it gave me the change to make a bundt cake:
And Jambalaya. Mr. Poe had definite ideas about how much liquid I was supposed to use and the finished product was almost like a risotto. I liked it that way, but it just didn’t seem right. It almost seemed too much like gumbo:
Here’s everybody at our meeting. Which was heavy on the eating and light on the decisions:
We all went to bed early on Sunday. It had been a long day.
















































































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