Still no word...

...on my beloved fig tree. It would be so great to get it, but I'm not holding my breath seeing I haven't heard a peep. Oh well. Things are great and I have had such a great year. No need to recap, those of you reading have been through it all. Thank you.

Ken's at the hardware store picking up some toggle bolts to install our coat hooks -- no more dropping bags on the floor when we walk in. He also picked up the shelving for our closet. Meaning no more digging for sweaters out of boxes each morning. He's off Thursday afternoon and friday; I imagine by the end of this weekend we'll have our bedroom set up. Wow. Last month on the 25th - Thanksgiving Day, we set up our bed in our new house. This month on the 25th - Christmas Day, we'll be setting up our bed in our new house. Hmmm. As Yogi Berra would say, deja vue all over again. Also, Christmas marks our 3 monthiversary. Not a big milestone, but I'll be drinking champagne anyway... in the form of pomegranate mimosas. I juiced the pomegranate yesterday and made the syrup. MMmmmmmm.

Speaking of, we had Burke over for dinner on Sunday. Our first dinner guest. We got plates and utensils the day before, ending our two month 'camping' trip. We're still totally mesmerized by Dungeness crabs so we had them again to honor B's visit back to Portland from Arizona. What fun. I love dinner guests... especially ones that you're comfortable with. Particularly the dinner parties and guests where you can make meals that would be considered froofy by strangers, but those that know you understand that you're just experimenting and if you want to write names out of pastry crust in the top of your turkey pot pies, it's okay. Oh crap, I forgot to poke holes in them to vent. Ok, going to sign off so they don't explode all over the oven.

See you tomorrow.

Happy day.