Adaptability. We went to the farmer's market looking for Chestnuts. There were no chestnuts. "Sold out". Plenty of pecans. But, you can't roast pecans by an open fire. There were also giant beautiful Magnolia-leaf wreaths, pots brimming with gourmet baby greens, lots of peanuts, apples and collard greens. But, no chestnuts.
We have company coming Sunday. Lovely company. The pillows are fluffed--but that's about it. I'm making a list today. But. First.... Avery has RSV so we're watching her closely. Seth was giddily sent off to school with dreams of 17 days (yes we counted) of no spelling or math or lunch lines. Lucy is spending the morning setting up her wares for sale on the stairs (watch your step). On, and Hazel (do I really have four kids?) is down for a morning nap because, well, we were tired of her tears. My list must adapt to the antics of this quartet.
Speaking of lists, here's one I've compiled of eight "disturbing things" I've encountered:
1. The banning of Peanut Butter sandwiches (and all other things "peanut") from Seth's class. Apparently there is a new student who has violent reactions to the substance if she even comes within two feet of the stuff. I have much to say on this, but will, alas, refrain.
2. RJ, the other boy at the bus stop, who is nearly 9 years old, has never touched a slug until a few days ago when we discovered one together on the curb and entertained ourselves by tapping its eyes until the bus came.
3. The super grumpy Dad with his two girls in line to visit Santa at the mall.
4. The stark lack of Christmas lights on our street
5. The big black rectangle that appeared on the bottom half of our TV screen. It will go away for a brief moment when you push any button on the remote. Craig's fingers got sore trying to catch an episode of 30-rock. Good thing we aren't big TV watchers. I guess it's the prelude to the February 17th death of old analog televisions. It will soon go the way of the garage.
6. The movies that Netflix has been sending lately.
7. The closest Anthropologie store in NC is 2 1/2 hours drive to Charlotte.
8. When Lucy exclaimed the other day, "I need a boyfriend!!!". Even though she has no inkling what the word entails, it was disturbing, nonetheless.
So, we're adapting to plain bread and butter sandwiches and the downfall of entertainment media at our house. We're reintroducing card-playing nights of the early years of our marriage. And, just this morning, my Floridian sister and I "window shopped" online, over the phone. It was thoroughly enjoyable. (If you're looking for a gift for me for Christmas because you've racked your brain and can't seem to find something for the *girl who has everything*, well try this, or this in sky, or this, or even this little number for summer time soakin').
On a positive note, though there were no chestnuts, we came home from the market with a bag full of turnips, radishes, two flavors of goat cheese, and some red hots--oh, and a lovely head of green cabbage--now sitting in my sink, waiting to be stewed, braised, or tossed in a salad. Don't you wish you were one of the MANY visitors we're having this month?