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Oct. 6th, 2022 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormThis is another small opening for Threshold. I'm having a couple people over for Thanksgiving, one up from Van, one from PG, and one (intermittently) from town. I am considering inviting one more friend from town who might not fit in as well.
It's kind of spontaneous so I have zero plans. My one friend (huh, their names all start with K) is celiac, my other makes fabulous doughnuts, and the third is a honey person. We are all pretty crafty in various ways and I think they will be an excellent fit with each other (I suspect having a couple folks up will be easier on my socialization energy than just one?).
Like, it's thanksgiving, we should eat something. I have a ton of lard that needs rendering so we could deep fry a bunch of stuff. I have some pork and I should probably thaw a goose. I have a lot of squash and a bunch of potatoes and carrots and eggs and spices. Maybe doukhabour borscht will be made, which would be one of the best things ever? One person has a doukhabour heritage.
Also it would be nice to have a little fire, it's still very dry here so a big fire is probably out. We may make shampoo or soap. We may mess around in the yard. I may kill a couple roosters and make chicken soup? We may groom seeds. We may just talk a bunch. I expect food, sewing, and alchemical-type hobbies will be on the list of topics, as well as maybe "not living in the city" and social organization. We shall see. I think it will be fun.
I am not sure yet whether I'll sleep on the (catted) cot in The Room (the pantry) or on the couch downstairs. Unless someone wants to sleep snuggled with animals in a warm room, in which case they can sleep on the couch downstairs.
I am trying to excavate my house from Josh's visit before folks get here.
I am feeling the lack of rocking chair in my livingroom.
I should also probably have an informal open house for American Thanksgiving.
I may be planning to have a pagan gathering next solstice. That feels weird because now I'm again not 100% sure if I'll be here (more on that in another post) but in a lot of ways it doesn't matter. I'll be somewhere good.
Planning things now is weird, because the level of memory that used to hold those details in my head (which holiday/time of year, who I'm planning to invite, general set of people, how many people, general activities, general food style, which parts of the property I'll use, what needs to be done before then) just doesn't exist anymore. I can't retain any one of those details for more than a couple seconds, let alone a couple next to each other to make the pattern of the visit. I probably need to start a spreadsheet, which feels... weird.
It's kind of spontaneous so I have zero plans. My one friend (huh, their names all start with K) is celiac, my other makes fabulous doughnuts, and the third is a honey person. We are all pretty crafty in various ways and I think they will be an excellent fit with each other (I suspect having a couple folks up will be easier on my socialization energy than just one?).
Like, it's thanksgiving, we should eat something. I have a ton of lard that needs rendering so we could deep fry a bunch of stuff. I have some pork and I should probably thaw a goose. I have a lot of squash and a bunch of potatoes and carrots and eggs and spices. Maybe doukhabour borscht will be made, which would be one of the best things ever? One person has a doukhabour heritage.
Also it would be nice to have a little fire, it's still very dry here so a big fire is probably out. We may make shampoo or soap. We may mess around in the yard. I may kill a couple roosters and make chicken soup? We may groom seeds. We may just talk a bunch. I expect food, sewing, and alchemical-type hobbies will be on the list of topics, as well as maybe "not living in the city" and social organization. We shall see. I think it will be fun.
I am not sure yet whether I'll sleep on the (catted) cot in The Room (the pantry) or on the couch downstairs. Unless someone wants to sleep snuggled with animals in a warm room, in which case they can sleep on the couch downstairs.
I am trying to excavate my house from Josh's visit before folks get here.
I am feeling the lack of rocking chair in my livingroom.
I should also probably have an informal open house for American Thanksgiving.
I may be planning to have a pagan gathering next solstice. That feels weird because now I'm again not 100% sure if I'll be here (more on that in another post) but in a lot of ways it doesn't matter. I'll be somewhere good.
Planning things now is weird, because the level of memory that used to hold those details in my head (which holiday/time of year, who I'm planning to invite, general set of people, how many people, general activities, general food style, which parts of the property I'll use, what needs to be done before then) just doesn't exist anymore. I can't retain any one of those details for more than a couple seconds, let alone a couple next to each other to make the pattern of the visit. I probably need to start a spreadsheet, which feels... weird.
