Everyone here is and has been sick with heavy colds and coughs for two weeks now, with the amazing exception of Mike. But then again, he got the flu and pneumonia shots; the rest of us didn't. So we did the best we could.
My oldest girl is always the motivating factor in holiday dinners, it is and always has been her thing. She wanted a particular roast, but they were sold out, so we opted for ham again, and she marinated it in milk. That's supposed to get the salt out, and she made another exotic and delicious glaze like she did at Thanksgiving, this one with brown sugar and crushed pineapple. We had cut-up roasted sweet potatoes and carrots, fresh spinach, cranberry sauce, and the most delicious crescent rolls and butter. For dessert, we had tea, Christmas cookies, and chocolates that were gifts from friends. It was a nice, quiet day.
Mike and I finally got a chance to watch "The Irishman" yesterday. We've tried a couple of times, but never could get far enough into it without something else coming up. I thought it was good, the cast of course is wonderful, DeNiro, Pacino, Pesci. It tied right in with the book I am reading about the interactions of the CIA, the FBI, the Mafia, and the government in the attempted assassination of Castro, and the assassination of Kennedy. As they say, politics makes strange bedfellows.
The friends that came by yesterday, and the phone calls that came in, were all the kids' friends. Stacey seems to have a special hold over old, old boyfriends, they all called or came to bring her gifts! One of their mothers sent the cookies, two gift cards, and a Trader Joe cookbook. Another gave her a large amount of cash. Bert's friend brought a basket of home-grown lemons. I never got out of my sweats. The rain came down in buckets for a while, and the kitchen smelled so good. All in all, a nice, quiet day.
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