I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. We certainly did. For the first time ever, I made a brined turkey (thank you Williams-Sonoma.) My MIL was captivated by the giant ziplock bag, and even more stunned by the feat of adding what totaled 6 gallons of liquid and one 15 lb turkey. It was quite a struggle getting that baby in the fridge, but once cooked, well worth the trouble. I'm usually a minimalist when it comes to cooking, so this was a big deal for me. Cory, however, pronounced it the "best turkey ever" (the boy was obviously raised right!) so I may just have to try that trick again.
My MIL was here until yesterday morning, and as always, we had a good time. While she was here we took a walk, ate dinner at a new-to us restaurant (The Globe on 5th St.), went to the Carter Center to see their current exhibit about all the First Ladies, ate dinner and saw a play at the Shakespeare Tavern (Cymbeline), and had a "ladies lunch at The Swan Coach House (me, my mom & my MIL only for that last one.) There was also much eating of left overs, of course. What there wasn't was knitting. I did manage to finish the body of the bag I'm making for Cory's girlfriend for Christmas, but I lost interest in doing the strap so I started something else - a sweater for me. I'm using Ann Budd's Handy Book of Sweater Patterns and some beautiful purple Manos. It will be a seamless yoke-neck cardigan, and when I'm a bit further along, I'll post photos of both projects.
On a melancholy note, I took Bandit to the vet today for his annual checkup. He's sixteen years old, and we can tell he's failing. In addition to obvious "Alzheimer's-like" mental problems, he doesn't eat as much as he should, can no longer walk up stairs and has trouble going down, and routinely forgets his house training. Fortunately, he isn't in any pain. They weighed him and we found he'd lost three pounds since September. Never a big dog (his highest weight was about 27 lbs.) he now weighs 19. The vet we see is wonderful and understanding, having an old dog herself, and she very kindly told me that there was no real sense in putting Bandit through a physical, because even if he has a problem there's really no reason to address it given his mental state. Besides, he HATES being handled by them and although the most gentle dog with everyone else, is known there as a biter. She told me it takes a whole team to deal with Bandit, and even then they have to do it in stages so as not to stress him or them too much. So, I guess we'll deal with his problems at home and when the time comes - in the not too distant future - we'll bid him a fond and peaceful goodbye. In the meantime, we'll cherish and enjoy him as we always have.