Time to brine the turkey. The big meal is tomorrow here. Had to talk a friend into coming over, he was going to cook a turkey at his house on his own tomorrow. He's often here for the holiday, but was thinking of passing. He called here for an obscure ingredient--methinks he needed someone to tell him we really do want him to come over this year. His mother died last summer--he needs to get in with a group of old friends this holiday, of all holidays.

I've counted up and packed away a bunch of brochures and maps that have been on the dining room table for ages. I'll take them to work and donate them to the Special Collections next week. I've rearranged the room and will set the table early so it looks great when people arrive.

The kids are in the living room doing "old home week" tonight--in this instance, they're watching an old VCR tape of Peter Pan with Mary Martin. I hear gales of laughter coming from the front room. OOoo--the pirate music just played. . .

I'd better take my brochures out to the truck or they'll end up back in the clutter again.

SRS