Tuesday, December 27, 2005

We don't always get what we want. (with apologies to the Stones.)

Well. My goodness. A person's plans can certainly turn on a dime.

Would any of you care to come over for dinner, or should I just wrap all this food and put it in the freezer? Oh, come on over. You know you want to.

For a few hours I contemplated taking down all the Christmas things and putting them away till next year, but now I think I'll leave them up for a few more days. Belle and her crowd are coming down before the New Year and the house should look festive for them.

We had dinner at the Cafe Pizzaria, and that always cheers me up considerably. It's the oldest pizza place in Bloomington, yes, it was even considered old when I was a student there, golly, yes, it's THAT OLD, and it's also one of the best.

But, HARK. Belle just called and says she and her friends are coming down in a few hours! They request blackberry pie!

I'll return later. I have a big meal to set on the table, and a couple of pies to make.

I feel infinitely better.