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Monday, November 12, 2012

Gobble Gobble When? And Howard's Hieroglyphics, Part Two



There it is, in big bold type, right at the top
of this blog post.  10 days until Thanksgiving.
So what is this Happy Frank's Giving Day I keep hearing about?
 Is there really a giant roasted parakeet involved?

Ten days, people!
Woo-hoo!  Now it gets interesting.  :-)

(I work best under pressure.
In fact, I pretty much only work at all under pressure.)
For a look at this year's original TBDBT list
 click here!

On Sunday, while I was working my dealer day at
Somerville Center Antiques, my dear hubby oiled
our soapstone counters.  Bless his heart.
I can tick that off my TBDBT List.

Sigh . . . I wish they were always so uncluttered.

But part of this whole deal is putting things you took off, back!

Of course, that also means you can sort, give away,
toss, and tidy, so it's all good.
Really, Jaba the Hutch does not always look this crowded!
Sometimes, it looks worse.  (Ba-dum-dum.)
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I use vintage flatware at the holidays,
which always needs polishing beforehand.
Click here, if you want to know my Lazy Lady's system,
whereby you can shine up your silver in a jiff, using stuff you
probably already have, while you relax with your feet up.
No kidding -- it's the easiest-ever silver polishing, and it works.


I bet that if you, too, are hosting Thanksgiving,
that you, too, are focusing in on what needs to be done,
and not the things on your To Be Done By Thanksgiving
list that are, well, optional.  Like, curtains!
This is the fabric that's waiting to be made into new
dining room draperies.  I just need to overcome my fear of
my new sewing machine, which now is a year and a half old!
Daughter Anne has sewn miles on my "new" machine;
I'm counting on her to get me going, and shepherd me through
this project, this week.  I've already got the panels cut out!
Anyone taking bets on this?
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And . . . a followup to my October 11th post
about Howard's hieroglyphics -- now revealed.

In that post, I offered a million dollar reward
for a full and accurate translation of H's chicken scratches.
My pretend million is safe; no one got it right!

What did he scrawl?  In English?  Here goes ...
Scarlett
Dean
Graziano
Tues
Men Cook
Pastor
Butler
100th

Believe it or not, I understand what he meant by this.
But I'd never have been able to read it!

  -- Cass

P.S.  We took Dylan Dog to Petco on Saturday to get a new collar
(he came with a PINK one -- How humiliating for him).  
Dylan cut up so badly at the store, biting his leash and whirling, 
that Howard toted him around the aisles in what we refer to as 
"The Carry of Shame."  
That's our Dylan.  A work in progress!