The week before the feast

There's the rug I eventually chose. We laid it down this morning. It doesn’t add much to the room, but it’s inoffensive, so I’m okay with it. It a damp, gray day over here. With the brush fires we’ve had in local parks recently we need the rain. My cousin Nicky arrived from Trinidad two days ago. She’s here for Thanksgiving next week. We’re watching the new season of The Great British Baking Show. The Dallas contingent, including sweet little Harper, gets here on Sunday. I'm so looking forward to seeing that little girl. My kids and their loves, and our two nieces, will sleep over with us from Wednesday till Saturday, the better to partake in festive chaos. Over in Brooklyn, my daughter is busy making orders of her salted caramel apple pie. She sold out this year. Pie pick ups will be happening from our house next Wednesday. We’ll have nine people staying over in our apartment and about twenty people for the feast day itself. Here we go!