We had a bunch of pillar candles that we haven’t used in years; one of the partially melted red candles is on the left. So Doug decided to melt them down and make votives, which we use on a regular basis. He melted the candles in a coffee can and then poured the wax into a container to be cutdown and used as needed. You can see the difference in color between the freshly poured wax, and the lighter colored solidified wax.
This is what the fridge looks like the day after Thanksgiving when Doug cooks for 7 people: cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, stuffing, Yorkshire pudding, green beans, squash, roasted root veggies, brussels sprouts, broccoli, and a turkey plus a special vegetarian lasagna for the vegetarian. Plus a charcuterie board for noshing beforehand, and a pecan pie provided by his sister-in-law.
After Thanksgiving dinner, I walked around the room and blew out all the candles, and was struck by the way these two melted and dripped.
For some reason, whenever we are sitting at the small table in the kitchen, Ferrous likes to stand and face the corner. He hasn’t done anything wrong, he’s not being punished. He has just always done this.
Doug naps after a day spent getting ready for Thanksgiving. Gandalf waits for him to wake up to feed him already.
Doug begins prepping for Thanksgiving with his homemade cranberry sauce. No can-shaped sauce for Doug, no way.
It certainly looks like a rock. But it is a giant puffball.
Once again, Kat volunteered to staff the whiskey tasting table at the shelter’s annual fundraising gala. I think she had more fun than any of the guests.
It’s been a while since I’ve taken the commuter rail at a time of day when the sun hits the UU church so beautifully.
(And yes, I fell off the 365 wagon again this week. …sigh…)
As days and nights grow colder, my neighbor’s rose bush refuses to go gently into that good night.
