We've had a stretch of really gorgeous weather...bright, sunny days and crisp, cold nights. It was a perfect day to install the Taj yesterday and work outdoors. Craig is waiting until there are more hands this coming weekend to take the little house off its wheels and place it on permanent pier blocks. "The best laid plans of mice and men oft gang astray," said Robert Burns, and in this case it could be due to the weather. The prognosticators are predicting rain. That certainly will not put a crimp in our Thanksgiving festivities, but a whole group using the Silkies' pen as a slip and slide in the rain could result in some smashed fingers and a lot of unexpected showers and laundry.
There is a certain amount of pressure as the holidays approach and I always find myself running behind schedule, but there is a lovely sense of anticipation: planning menus, decorations (sometimes I do, sometimes I don't), arranging for those who might stay over (the house can sleep fifteen friendly people). I even get past my loathing of dusting to get the house ready. Today is go-to-town-and-shop day for the traditional fare. I love the smell of those special holiday dishes, and the sound of laughter whenever my family gathers. A little rain isn't going to dampen that.