Alright, admitedly today is *not* Thanksgiving, and I know that’s what everybody normal looks forward to. However, today is the day Jess and I have been counting down for since 60 or 70 days ago. Yay! I’m actually rather pooped already because we went to bed at midnight (aahh so late! 🙂 ) and I woke up ridiculously early. I wish I could tell my body, “OK sleep in today,” and it would wake up automatically at 10:00 or something. But instead it woke me up earlier than I have to get up during the school week. Cruel! But that’s actually not surprising because there’s an excitement factor as well, plus a nervousness factor with Tiff and Jess seeing each other for the first time in months. In fact, I don’t know when the last time they even talked was. I’m praying that they get along just great – or at least tolerably – but this could be a very strange and awkward situation.
Lesley got into WPI! Now of course she’s got the question of Holy Cross or WPI? The obvious answer is: WPI! What else? It’s a) Technical and has CS like she may want; b) Has a great music program which she wants; and c) Even has a great drama program – 11th in the country I believe. What’s not to want? PLUS because she’s a girl I’m sure they would do anything, and by anything I mean generous financial aid, to have her come. Try to even out those ridiculously uneven numbers.
Ian and I cleaned the kitchen yesterday. Most of it wasn’t much trouble: scrub the counter, etc. However… we learned a great deal about our stove also. First of all, we found some perfectly preserved carbonated macaroni noodles under the burner. Quite recognizeable, only they were very shiny and black: charcoal noodles, basically. Then we had the interesting task of attempting to clean under the burners. I can’t say as I ever learned how to do this at home, so what we did was basically trial and error. Of course I scrubbed the top; then Ian cleverly figured out the burners don’t just lift up a fraction of an inch – they come right off the oven. I knew this from home, but I didn’t know how one would do that and of course the last thing we want is to be breaking our only stove. Well those came off, and I was quite pleased to be able to try to scrub out the metal thingers underneath. Oh for some tin foil! Some of the spills were so well baked on there I think they must have fused with the metal, because nothing I did would get it entirely off (steel wool might have; Ian offered to shear our steel wool sheep, but we didn’t have any strong enough shears). As part of our Chopper run today we’ll get tin foil to put under there. Long story short, by the end of the night I was wishing we had the Fergusons’ nice flat one – no drippy messes that have been baked solid to try and scrape hopelessly at with my fingernails. Ick.
Well, there’s much to be done between now and 10:50, when we leave to go get Tiff from the bus station! Then let the cooking begin! This Thanksgiving will be one of my more interesting ones: after all, I’ve never done any of this before, and neither have most people who’re doing this. In fact, we don’t even know who’s going to be there on Thursday. …Now that I think of it, though, our Thanksgivings at Grandma Sullivan’s place tended to be very interesting indeed…
– KF –