Thanksgiving Dinner wasn't THAT bad. It wasn't great either. First off we were in a separate room from everyone else. YEA!! That meant we could talk GUNS! a little and not cause some folks (staff and residents alike) to tip over with horror.
The food was interesting and tasted overall better than expected: a smallish tossed salad with not much GREEN lettuce (the white parts had brownish edges like old lettuce will get) with little piles of toppings around
it — a pile of chopped black olives (ICK!), three small cherry tomatoes, a HUGE slice of cucumber (the thing was probably 2" x 4") and a scattering of thinly sliced red onion. The actual dinner: ONE smallish slice of white meat turkey with OK gravy, a literal teaspoon of cranberry sauce in a pill cup (pretty good—I wanted more), an ice cream scoop of dressing, and an ice cream scoop of green bean casserole (not bad but they were rounded just like a scoop of ice cream — little hay mounds of food), and a hefty serving (the most of anything on the place) of sweet potatoes sprinkled with cinnamon-sugar. (UGH!!) For dessert they gave us a whole pumpkin pie and a can of Redi-Whip which we took back to my CIL's apartment. The pie was pretty good.
As much as I vented here about the food and the whole Thanksgiving thing this year, it
was OK. I also understand that the portions and food choices are for their paying residents not for the non-paying guests, even though I'm sure my CIL paid for the extra meals. The main thing was that CIL did Thanksgiving the way she wanted, at her place to show off her family. I think she was pleased and had a good time.
We're going to my SIL's Sunday and have Thanksgiving dinner again with our family foods. Everybody's happy. I'm bringing all my current and recent current knitting and we're bringing all the gun and accessory purchases they haven't seen.
Today I decided to block the Dr Who Scarf. The weather was sunny, mid 60's and a light breeze. It was great. We had an old front door screen that I laid out on the picnic table. As the sun is so low in the south and we have large shadow casting trees now, I kept having to move the table around to keep it in the sun. By mid-afternoon, the scarf was almost dry so I moved it and the screen to the patio and it finished up there.

On Mr WK's Twin Ribbed Sock, not only has the leg been finished and the heel been turned but I've picked up all the gusset stitches and have the establishing foot round knit. Now it's ready for some mindless knitting. I will be putting a matching light gray stripe in the foot, too.
And the Red Lace Scarf. As noted in a previous post, I'm on row 117. It's a slow knit, but I'm not in any hurry to git her done. I'm very pleased with how it's turning out.
I also took photos today of the finished Christmas Hey! Hey! We're the Monkees socks. They'll have their own post with photos and all the info soon.
blogging to: a quiet house
reading: A Certain Justice by P D James (an Adam Dalgliesh mystery)
and
Guilty: Liberal "Victims" and Their Assault on America by Ann Coulter
and
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
Parting Shot: "It is easy to take liberty for granted, when you have never had it taken from you." ~ Author unknown, sometimes attributed to M. Grundler
The food was interesting and tasted overall better than expected: a smallish tossed salad with not much GREEN lettuce (the white parts had brownish edges like old lettuce will get) with little piles of toppings around
it — a pile of chopped black olives (ICK!), three small cherry tomatoes, a HUGE slice of cucumber (the thing was probably 2" x 4") and a scattering of thinly sliced red onion. The actual dinner: ONE smallish slice of white meat turkey with OK gravy, a literal teaspoon of cranberry sauce in a pill cup (pretty good—I wanted more), an ice cream scoop of dressing, and an ice cream scoop of green bean casserole (not bad but they were rounded just like a scoop of ice cream — little hay mounds of food), and a hefty serving (the most of anything on the place) of sweet potatoes sprinkled with cinnamon-sugar. (UGH!!) For dessert they gave us a whole pumpkin pie and a can of Redi-Whip which we took back to my CIL's apartment. The pie was pretty good.As much as I vented here about the food and the whole Thanksgiving thing this year, it
was OK. I also understand that the portions and food choices are for their paying residents not for the non-paying guests, even though I'm sure my CIL paid for the extra meals. The main thing was that CIL did Thanksgiving the way she wanted, at her place to show off her family. I think she was pleased and had a good time.We're going to my SIL's Sunday and have Thanksgiving dinner again with our family foods. Everybody's happy. I'm bringing all my current and recent current knitting and we're bringing all the gun and accessory purchases they haven't seen.
Today I decided to block the Dr Who Scarf. The weather was sunny, mid 60's and a light breeze. It was great. We had an old front door screen that I laid out on the picnic table. As the sun is so low in the south and we have large shadow casting trees now, I kept having to move the table around to keep it in the sun. By mid-afternoon, the scarf was almost dry so I moved it and the screen to the patio and it finished up there.

On Mr WK's Twin Ribbed Sock, not only has the leg been finished and the heel been turned but I've picked up all the gusset stitches and have the establishing foot round knit. Now it's ready for some mindless knitting. I will be putting a matching light gray stripe in the foot, too.
And the Red Lace Scarf. As noted in a previous post, I'm on row 117. It's a slow knit, but I'm not in any hurry to git her done. I'm very pleased with how it's turning out.I also took photos today of the finished Christmas Hey! Hey! We're the Monkees socks. They'll have their own post with photos and all the info soon.
blogging to: a quiet house
reading: A Certain Justice by P D James (an Adam Dalgliesh mystery)
and
Guilty: Liberal "Victims" and Their Assault on America by Ann Coulter
and
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
Parting Shot: "It is easy to take liberty for granted, when you have never had it taken from you." ~ Author unknown, sometimes attributed to M. Grundler



