Howdy Y’all! We have feasted and fallen in and out of food coma. Had not had Cornish game hen in forever. It was so good!
Sounds like everyone is havin’ a good day so far.
Die sorry about your dad’s setback.
Merry Christmas thems what do, and hugs all round as required.
I managed to spectacularly overlsleep and not wake up until after midday, which I’ve not done in ages, then started with a breakfast of kahlua and coffee. Stuffed myself into a huge lunch and cheese coma, have a zoom call with the parents/sibling (including his ex, who is still inexplicably living there, though they split over a year ago… none of my business, I guess)/venerable great uncle (who is visiting my parents, good idea or no).
I think I have another online meetup tonight, which will require less good behaviour than the earlier one. Very glad I have access to the internet right now,
'Tis a bittersweet Christmas: spending it alone, but I’ve been blessed with an avalanche of texts and calls from friends near and far. I was stunned by how many people were kind enough to think of me. I opened my gifts, which are wonderful.
The spaghetti sauce is filling the apartment with deliciousness that makes it hard to wait. I’ve feasted on mini quiches and tea but am contemplating egg nog. I’ve never been a day drinker, but Christmas 2020 may just warrant an exception.
I actually thought of that one, but I haven’t heard it in so long, I wasn’t sure it was still getting played. It got annoying fast, didn’t it? I confess one year I played it for my dogs, who seemed…unfazed. These were dogs who went into point at a bee on a flower and barked at birdsong on the TV, so I’m guessing they thought the jingle dogs were sellouts.
I’ve been enjoying reading your Christmas posts. We’re separated by space, but really, that’s all, and when I consider all the comforting love floating across it, space doesn’t seem so powerful.
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red, you must have some stories to tell. How cool that you got to spend time at the Cash house, and how wonderful that you’ve got that golden talent. PETA asked me not to sing, as dogs whimper for blocks around.
Dice, hope Dice Dad doesn’t need more surgery.
doggio, nice to know Gordie has his standards. Perhaps it’s a good thing he and Dice Dad don’t know each other.
herald, I will henceforth think of showers as “rain lockers.” It sounds so much more interesting.
It’s raining here, as usual. I just heard a fire engine go by. Here’s to all who have to be out in the elements, those who are saving lives, and those who do both today.
Peace on earth. Good will to all.
According to the nurse my mom talked to, they may have taken the tubes out too soon and surgery is not on the table. So the tubes are back in and he’s got a PICC line. She’s hoping the doctor will call as well.
In other news, I had mentioned to my parents that I found approximately 6 copies of a photo of my grandfather and me, and I showed it to them. I threw out all but 1. Today my mom said she doesn’t have that one. Oops. I’ll scan it and send her a scan.
It didn’t take long for the snow to all melt away, except for a few random flakes on leaves and bushes. As long as I don’t have to shovel or drive, I’m good.
It’s been a quiet, boring afternoon, which suits me fine. FCD napped a bit and I surfed and played some games on my tablet. Max chillage! Added bonus of not driving to and from Baltimore, as we did in the past, since my bro usually hosts the holiday festivities. Any day I don’t have to spend 4 or more hours on the road is a good day! 
Food report.
Lunch came around 1 pm: Cornish game hen, homemade creamed corn, sweet potatoes, mixed veggies, fruit salad, and cheesecake. (Eaten with some of the challah from yesterday.)
Second meal delivery just arrived from neighbor: ham, green beans and bacon, mac and cheese, a roll. (Yes, I’m Jewish but not observant of dietary laws.)
Third meal from other neighbor should be here momentarily: prime rib, Yorkshire pudding, baked potato, broccolini, yams, dressing, cranberry sauce, horseradish sauce, and a bottle of wine. She said they’d bring dessert later.
Chrismas dinnerpalooza! 
My sauce has been simmering all day. Garlic bread sticks are in the oven and the pasta is ready to drain. Merry Christmas all!
Chicken soup brewing in the Instant Pot (cold and rainy here). Rearranging kitchen counter stuff yet again, once I realized a huge blind spot I’d had about what could go where. Hoping to get a more optimized arrangement out of this. DH does not enjoy having things rearranged, but oh well. The kitchen is more my turf, and he’s been rather boneheaded lately anyway. He’s just going to have to deal.
I made the mistake of going on social media. Lots of people celebrating with non-household members and unmasked. Now I’m really frustrated, but in the spirit of the holiday, I’ll just hope they don’t infect others after Covidmas 2020.
Looks like a lot of festivities up in here. I say Thel wins the food overload award hands down! We et in the fancy eatin’ room, usin’ the fancy plates, silver, and cloth napkins. All kinds of couth!
nellie people gonna do what they gonna do. Also, never under estimate the number of stoopid people.
The roast is roasting. The potatoes are simmering. The spinach has been squoze dry. An hour and a half or two hours and we’ll be feasting.
2020: The Year of Idiocy! Begone!
~VOW
nellie, just so you know, I at home, in my pajamas and slippers. My roomies are, also in their comfies. No visitors, parties or gatherings, folks dropping by. Younger son FaceTime called me while him and his sweetie/SO baked cookies together in even more frozen Michigan than my Nebraska. Won’t even be having Christmas dinner til tomorrow and that is only if I get energized enough to cook it for the 3 of us. My Doper Secret Holiday Exchange goodies package has been opened, that is the extent of frivolities here. Enhanced eggnog may be happening later in the evening, again just the 2 grown-ups.
My 3 year old granddaughter just video called me for Christmas-the 3 of them were in their matching red plaid flannel Christmas pjs and eating their roast beast (beef) dinner. She was bubbly and full of plans for when she will become a big sister, on or about her 4th birthday next July 3rd. They are only 11 minutes away but the plan is for me to have our Christmas Day together Sunday. Hattie and I made plans for button jar art and snowperson crafts then. Santa brought her an easel, which she is excited about and so plans were also made for lots of easel painting Sunday. Her parents are happy to hand the messy projects over to me-Silly and Messy are this grandma’s middle names. And proud of it.
I just got off the phone–no Zoom, long story, just a three-way call–with both my kids. It was such a fun call! We always laugh a lot when we’re together. I’m feeling happy and energized.
Boo, good for you! I’m glad you’ve had a cozy day.
Right now I’m thinking cocktail and then in a little while, I’ll cook some linguini and have dinner.
Oh, my gosh! I just realized there’s one more gift to open! OK, just opened it. It’s Godiva chocolates. Yum!
There are fireworks going off in my neighborhood. Is Christmas now a fireworks holiday? 
I hate them. They scare my dog and my cats. Me, too-- dry leaves and frame houses.
Napped, which was interrupted by Gordie reminding a group of neighbors about social distancing and the dangers of The Invisible Mole People. Making chipolte salmon with saffron rice and broccoli with cheese for Christmas dinner.
I have neighbors who celebrate with fireworks. Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving, the Feast of Our Lady of Guadeloupe, 2nd Tuesday of the month…
Started at the same time in my neighborhood too. Must be a cultural thing I don’t get. They are illegal here except July 3rd and 4th, but lots of illegal stuff goes on. I have PTSD so just the sudden sound rattles me for an hour.
The roast beast was very tasty. Mrs. L.A. took half of an end-cut, and I took the bloodiest piece. The mashed potatoes, with butter and cream, were very good. The gravy, not so much. It wasn’t ‘bad’, but not especially good. That’s why I don’t make gravy from beef drippings, which are mostly fat with very little in the way of ‘juices’. Well, now she knows. And of course, the creamed spinach with feta was good. I think I’m on my third glass of wine.
The cats partook of some prime rib, and they seem happy. Goo is bathing, and Tonka is reclining behind Mom’s head.
Thanks-the video call at Hattie’s request was a pleasant, happy surprise. It was just a little girl and her grandma talking and laughing and smiling at each other.
And flyboy, your dinner sounds delicious. I would have enjoyed the other end piece. I’ll be joining you with some local craft brewed caramel apple cider as soon as my dinner comes out of the oven. Local as in walking distance.