I awoke this morning from a night of incredible dreams. As reality set in, the details of the dreams were hazy but the feelings they inspired remained. “I should take notes,” I thought, “I can turn it into a screenplay!” It was true; the dreams had all the elements that make a good movie: romance, melodrama, comedy, action, and terror. I started to concentrate– what did I dream about? Well, first there was Luke Duke and then Herman Munster…

My knitting class was this morning and we started to work on the chemo cap. K1, P1 for 9 1/2 inches. We first had to cast on 76 stitches. The teacher said, “Remember the tail of the yarn should be about an inch for each stitch so that should be about 6 feet.” I measured the yarn against my arm span to come up with 6 feet. The other women in the class tried different approaches. Many just stood up, held the ball of yarn high over their heads and dropped the other end down until it hit the ground. One woman stood on her chair to try to get the right height.
“You don’t have to stand up on a chair, just stretch it across your chest” I said.
“We don’t all have long arms like you do, Donna!” said the woman standing on the chair.
“Just add a foot then” I replied.
“Well, if you’re gonna be smart about it!” She got down off the chair and did it my way. She didn’t look at me the rest of the class.
Later the women had a very intense conversation about Darryl Hannah. “Darryl Hannah knits!” “Oh, I just love Darryl Hannah!” “Wouldn’t you love to look like Darryl Hannah?” “No, no, I just want to have her body” “I don’t like Darryl Hannah’s face but she does have a fabulous body” “Did you know she used to date Jackson Browne?” “Jackson Browne! Oh I love Jackson Browne” “I always wanted to make love to Jackson Browne but I don’t think my husband would aprove” “Darryl Hannah is just so lucky to have had Jackson Browne.” “She also had JFK Jr” “Wow, JFK Jr was such a hunk!” This went on for over an hour.

Just found this lovely Web site devoted to Lord Sebastian Flyte!

Hot turkey sandwiches. Leftover stuffing. Cold cranberry chutney. Apple cider. The day after is sometimes better than the feast.

I finished my first knitting project, a scarf. It took me 6 days but I finally binded off this afternoon. Even though it is far from perfect, I am quite pleased with myself. Tomorrow we learn to make hats! By next week I should be able to determine if my original idea of giving away hats is possible. In the meantime, dogtulosba is offering free magnets. Hurry while supplies last!

All day long I have had a yen to watch an old Hollywood Romance. An Affair to Remember, Magnificent Obsession– something! The closest I came was an hour of Brideshead Revisited on Trio. It was an episode from the middle of the series when Sebastian is living in Morrocco with the German who’s foot is full of pus. “I had a friend at University, a clever little fellow. I use to pick him up and shake him when I was angry– but so clever!” (What the heck does it say about me when I can QUOTE Brideshead Revisted!?!) Then I watched the last 15 minutes of The A-Team and a full hour of 21 Jump Street. AMC why hath thou forsaken me!?!?!

BTW, googling Brideshead Revisited has uncovered a plan to remake it starring Jude Law as Sebastian and Colin Farrell as Charles Ryder. I wonder if they will try to condense it into 2 hours? And will they cut out Anthony Blanche? “You know what it was that cemented our love? We used the same color varnish on our toe nails!”

Sweet! Very cute movie. Fluffy, fun, just what the doctor ordered. See Elf. Now Lisa and I are going to the only place open on Thanksgiving night. K-Mart. Just something to do.

I hope everyone had a great holiday.

All that preparation and within a half hour, the meal is over. My stomach hurts it is so full. The baked pineapple was incredible. The pumpkin pies tasted just like the way my Grandmother made them. The fried turkey was delicious as always. The cranberry chutney was a bit too vinegary and tart. Although it was interesting, I wouldn’t make it again. Now, Lisa, Mom and I are going to escape and see Elf at the local movie theater. I hope it is funny. All the critics raved. Of course they raved about the extrememly boring and tedious Lost in Translation. We shall see. Oh, and BTW…

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL OF YOU!!!!
I wish you all the very best! Live long and prosper!

Stuffing is in the oven. Baked Pineapple is in the oven. Decided not to do the Sweet Potato Casserole. Too much food and not enough energy. The turkey is almost ready to be fried.

One spill. Nerves are still good. Just the one spat earlier. We are doing very good.

Finished
2 Pumpkin pies using my grandmother’s recipe
Cranberry Chutney using Martha Stewart’s recipe
Sweet Potatoes

Next up…
Stuffing. We decided to go with my Aunt Verna’s recipe as opposed to Martha’s. Maybe we’ll do Martha’s recipe for Christmas.
Sweet Potato Casserole. It was decided to do a mini-casserole because we love it so much. We are using our next door neighbor, Pat’s recipe.
Pineapple something. I can’t remember but Mom decided at last minute to bake it.
Fried turkey. The propane burner is set up in the back and my father is getting everything else ready.

We should be ready by 3:00. So far there have been no nervous breakdowns and only one small spat. I am feeling good!

Back in September, I mentioned how I loved the Captain Zoom birthday song (My name is Zoom and I come from the moon). The response to that entry was really overwhelming. I continue to get emails and comments from people who grew up listening to Zoom. Last night I was a bit bored (my neck hurt from all the knitting I’ve been doing) and so I decided to create a Web page homage to Zoom. Take a peak: My Name is Zoom

Lisa and I spent the weekend looking for the Donna villa. We toured 6 town houses in all. There were some I liked, but not enough to buy. The first one we visited had an interesting feature. I was snooping around the master bedroom and opened a door to what I thought might be a closet. It was not a closet but rather a small room with a little cat bed and scratch stand. On the wall hung a poster of a fuzzy kitten. Lying in the cat bed was a fat, gray cat. It looked up at me and meowed. I quickly closed the door. Can you imagine? A cat room! And I thought I spoiled Cocoa!