just because, we made ourselves a TG-like meal. the turkey was free-range, antibiotic-free, and very affordable by pre-ordering from WFM. i roasted potatoes, sweet potatoes, carrots, and onions right under the turkey, with lots of fresh homegrown herbs in the marinade. i sautéed fresh brussels sprouts in a dijon maple reduced glaze. E roasted diced potatoes with garlic, herbs, and spices. whole cranberry sauce on the side. of course, beer. no stress, no mess. my nod to a holiday commemorating genocide and terrorism toward indigenous americans.
meanwhile, E bought a used wooden desk for me at a thrift store for not very much, and she is totally refurbishing it. she cleaned, reinforced, stained, and sealed it so that it looks like a fine piece of furniture. she’s good at things like that, whereas i’m totally challenged. when it’s done i’ll photo it. at last we’ll both have our own desks. (i’ve been borrowing hers, and she’s been improvising.)
don’t we sound boring and domesticated? you’d never guess E is coping with multilayers of complications being thrown at her daily by ignorant so-called professionals she has to deal with to transition and survive, who just don’t have a clue about the facts, or don’t care. she struggles to stay patient and positive as the world tries to defeat her. all these hits take their toll, financially and emotionally, but we just tighten the proverbial belt and be even more resourceful with what we’ve got. eventually it will all be behind us and maybe we can just live like normal people.
on a positive note, here’s a good beer.