The weather has been just lovely here lately. We’ve been walking to the library and the playground, stopping along the way to pick up especially pretty leaves or to examine a flower or a bug or sometimes just a rock.
A very small amount of progress has been made around the house. Rockford put my plate display things on the wall over the weekend, and I ordered a loveseat from the internet. It arrived yesterday. It isn’t hideous, but I probably won’t order furniture online again. It’s smaller than I’d pictured it to be, and it’s much more blue than grey. But you can sit on it, and the living room was very much in need of something that fit that description.
Things I still need to do:
I know there are other things, but I keep getting distracted by the sounds of construction from next door, and by the breeze, and by the cat, and by paint samples. Which brings me to this: I’m having a hard time writing here lately. I’m hoping NaBloPoMo will pull me out of the writing funk. We’ll see.
I think I just wanted to put something up here that wasn’t a menu plan, even though I can’t really think of anything to say.
Can you believe it’s December tomorrow? I can’t. Even though we do have our Christmas decorations up. It feels like it ought to be late October. Anyway, with December comes the end of 
We didn’t host Thanksgiving this year, so I don’t have any turkey to deal with this week! I don’t know how my turkey-loving husband feels about that, but I’m pretty pleased. Although if we did have leftover turkey, it probably would’ve become a turkey pot pie. Maybe I’m going to have to make a turkey after all.