Sunday, November, 25, 2012.
Frosty. Very Late Breakfast. Fiddling With Data.
The first frost of the season whitened most of the field in front of the house, and took the temperatures below thirty degrees for a little while. That and the early darkness every afternoon provide all the natural stimuli I need for the nostalgia to begin flowing.
One item is missing. Our tradition of the last few years of buying the Christmas tree the weekend after Thanksgiving was stuck. Jude isn't here, and that's almost enough to make Mary Ann wistful unto tears if we try to buy the tree without him. But we don't know when he can be here. There's an off-chance that we won't have a Christmas tree at all this year. If I force the issue--I have only once been without a Christmas tree since moving away from my parents' home at age nineteen--it won't make it any more festive.
I asked MA whether she would be interested in a homemade breakfast this morning. We have ham, cheese, green onions, eggs, and everything else for some good omelettes. She seemed interested, but the meal kept getting pushed back until the idea of breakfast was obsolete. We wound up eating another round of turkey gumbo with boudin and other leftovers.
One of which was my Thanksgiving cheesecake. I cut the slices thick enough for a Thanksgiving feaster, but a little too thick for a little dessert after a little dinner. Of course, I've put away a slice a day anyway.
The rest of the day went toward fiddling with data. I'm trying to build out a smartphone version of my restaurant lists. People keep asking me for that. It seems easy, but I get stopped by my lack of skill essential parts of the job. I wind up having to learn a new software program before I can push on. I didn't get it done, but I think I'm getting closer.
