Number One

Not much got crossed off the list yesterday and I didn't feel one bit bad about it.  I will today when I have to double-time everything, but yesterday (Christmas Day) was spent at my friend Camille's.  I'd been invited for a simple midday meal of turkey soup, which sounded great to me.  As Camille described it, then her mom Olga just went wild, adding this and that to the menu until there was a veritable feast on the table.  Garlic chicken with crispy skin, baked yams, roasted Italian Brussels sprouts with pancetta, onions, and provolone cheese, and, of course, the turkey noodle soup.  The two ladies cooked up a storm.  Olga had also made banana bread, but I didn't have a nook or cranny left to put another bite.  With sympathy for the midwest and east-coasters who are suffering with ice storms and heavy snow, we sat on the sun-drenched patio in the afternoon and watched the kittens play and Honey stretch out and nap while we talked of "sailing ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings."  It was a great day in good company.

Back to reality.  Numerous lists have been made and revised.  Some, but not all, items have a line through.  It's coming down to priorities now:  what can actually get done, what can we do without, when is enough enough?  In a panic about our holiday, I don't want to lose sight of that which is most important - being together with family.  That's Number One on my list always.