What Even Is Time?

The realization that Thanksgiving is the week after next feels like a grand trip the universe is playing on us all; I don’t even have a menu planned. It’s going to be a quiet one this year - no large numbers of guests, and I’m even going to cut back on the desserts probably just down to four or five. Very quiet.

Maeryn continues to surprise. She knows enough now to be full of crime. “Oh, you turned the light out and left me in the nursery? Let me build a pile of dangerously arranged cushions so I can stand on them to reach the light switch!” Or how to swipe a lollipop without us noticing, work out how headphones work, and somehow, somewhere, obtained the knowledge that Pikachu exists. She’s also decided she can read, as she pulled “The Monster At The End Of This Book” out of my hands last night, saying “I read.” While she can’t, she did a very good impression of it, including managing to get some of the tone and bits of Grover’s voice down pat. It was an interesting bookend to a week where I looked into how American schools have taught children how to read and ran screaming.

Tammy and Maeryn are off to Tennessee next weekend to see Tammy’s mum, so I have a wild weekend of carpet cleaning and Christmas wrapping planned. Maybe some baking and documentaries from the 70s and the 80s. Absolutely wild!