Well, medium. Eventful.
So far today, I have:
- Done a bunch of laundry.
- Peeled ten pounds of potatoes and wondered if that's too much or too little for 17 people.
- Started to make mashed potatoes.
- Realized I don't own a potato masher, and that when I try to use an electric mixer, it usually results in gluey potatoes.
- Gone to Walmart and had a delightful conversation with Walmart employee Gary, who knows way more about potato mashers than you would think, and helped me choose the right one for my family's lump preferences.
- Observed that Walmart is emptier than I've ever seen it, but the employees are friendlier, and wondered if there's a causal relationship.
- Decided to pop in a movie as I continued Thanksgiving preparation and discovered the latest Netflix selection is a documentary about Hitler's secretary.
- Watched two Charlie Brown Thanksgiving specials.
- Laughed at the pilgrim explorers in Provincetown in one of said specials as they observe: "Six Indians and a dog! Put down your muskets; let's see if they'll talk. Let's walk slowly toward them. Smile; show them we don't want to harm them. Oh, no! They're running away! They must be afraid. Quick, we must chase after them!" Yeah, nothing assuages my fears like guys with muskets chasing after me.
- Finished making mashed potatoes.
- Tasted mashed potatoes. Delicious.
- Observed that I seem to have another effing plumbing problem, if you can believe it.
- Given up on packing, because obviously I am not sleeping anywhere but here, because I have another effing plumbing problem.
- Had a little beef stroganoff for lunch.
- Thought a lot about Thanksgivings past, spent in meetings and at concerts, with family of origin and family of choice, in D.C. and Groton, Massachusetts and Jaffrey, New Hampshire and Lake Placid, New York.
- Missed a bunch of people but felt very blessed*.
*Aside from the effing plumbing