TPP is staying out of the way. Cooking is his thing, but our dinner is delayed until Saturday. So with little to do today, Mrs. Phactor is decorating for the holidays and our impending guests. Understand, the house will look quite handsome and festive, and she has plenty of black cat help; for them many decorations have the look of toys, and so some shall become. As a small contribution, TPP has made a batch of smoked salmon dip. It's pretty easy and highly addictive.
SWMBO (she who must be obeyed) has explained that today is the official start of the holiday and that someone must get with the program. In due time, in due time.
Otto is still churning slowly toward NE Costa Rica, so my colleagues must be getting quite wet. Another old friend and colleague from the upstate NY snowbelt reports they got 22 inches of snow that isn't good for x-country skiing, truly annoying.
Mrs. Phactor and a helper have come upstairs to gather more decorative items, or maybe take a nap, no, just getting in the way right now. However this particular helper usually likes to get in TPP's lap while typing, a huge help. This is one very cute, very friendly annoyance of a cat. Not the one featured in the black cat day a few blogs back. As part of the decor, two biggish Schlumbergera cacti, but quite red, are in full bloom and looking quite festive. They were kept outside well into October this year, and that seems to really prime them to flower for Thanksgiving. They are really quite easy houseplants that enjoy being outside hanging in a partially shady area for the summer/early fall.
TPP is quite thankful for all you readers who allow this mental health program to continue at least until the next administration does something terrible to the internet. Sorry, for that small vent. TPP will now go for a walk, bring in some firewood for the weekend, and thus appear to be doing something useful that isn't blogging. If you are reading this from outside the USA, you may celebrate thanks for whatever by feeding yourself and others a nice dinner. Generally a turkey, our native and very misnamed bird, is served with all the trimmings.
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