I had a great time at my sister’s house for Thanksgiving. She invited the huz and I to her new home in Palm Springs, a place I had never been before. Her house was lovely, and I have to say, I am a bit jealous of her beautiful white walls and large master bedroom.. you see, my house is 60 years old, and the walls are covered in panelling. Most of the walls, that is. One wall in the master bedroom, all the walls in the living/dining/kitchen. I am afraid to take down the panelling because I am afraid to know what’s behind it. It could be plaster walls that are falling apart, it could be nothing (which would explain the cold). It could be satanic curses to all future occupants of the house. Who knows? So I leave up the panelling. I’ve thought of painting it, or hiring painters to do it, so it won’t look like crap. But then I drift off into that if-I-won-the-lottery daydream of just gutting the whole thing and building a house that I want. Who am I kidding — I a)never buy lottery tickets, and b) wouldn’t be living here if I could build the house of my dreams. It would be out in the middle of nowhere where only the UPS man knows, and the cable guy for my internet access.
Anyway, my sister’s house is beautiful, her table was beautiful, and we had a great time. Her Mom was there, with a guy friend, and her father-in-law was there too. I don’t think I had seen him since the wedding or shortly after, at least 10 years ago. It was nice to see her (my sis) as hostess with her Mom as the guest. It’s usually the other way around.
The day after Thanksgiving was the day of wax. My sister is in school to become an esthetician. She practiced on me on Friday, removing all the hair from my legs, and doing a great brow shaping with wax and tweezers. I have to say it wasn’t any more painful having her rip all the hair out of my legs than it is when I pay for it at a spa, so I think she’s going to do a great job when she gets her licence. Now, I am not one who usually shaves my legs, I just wax it off a few times a year, but I picked the wrong weekend to do it. It has been so cold the past few days and my skin isn’t used to being so bare. It makes me extra cold not to have that layer of hair trapping in the warm air. I know, I’ll get over it.
(For those of you keeping score at home, my sister isn’t actually related to me, she’s just my best friend since 1978, and I lived with her and her sisters and Mom for a while and I look at them as my family.)
But back to giving thanks… My huz and I have had some rough stuff to deal with this year, and we have come through it really well, even better than when we started, and for that I am really thankful this year.