Five Things to do This Week to Make Thanksgiving Easier

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There is a lot of menu planning, food shopping, and prep to do for Thanksgiving, even if you’re hosting a small group.

Now’s a good time to confess I hate dislike the term “Friendsgiving”. I feel it makes it seem less than, like a conciliatory celebration. We’ve been hosting friends, their friends, and their aunts since 1996, and it is no less a Thanksgiving than one spent with a family of origin. End of rant.

The real reason I am here today is as a public service announcement for the often forgotten tasks to do this week that will make your holiday less hectic.

  1. Restock bulk herbs and spices. Beat the crowds in the bulk aisle by shopping during one of your lunch breaks this week.
  2. Take those knives to get sharpened. You may have a ceramic sharpening doohickey at home, but nothing beats a professional sharpening.
  3. Iron any table linens if you plan to use them.
  4. Schedule grooming appointments for your dogs. Your guests will thank you. Just keep your fingers crossed they don’t get skunked between now and next Thursday.
  5. We like to send our guests home with some leftovers, so order to-go containers like these now.

PS. Make some no-cut fabric napkins this week, if you’re feeling crafty.

Gimme Shelter

Name: Zeke aka Ezekiel Ray
Age: 3
Adopted: July 8, 2017
Shelter: Bastrop County Animal Shelter

In honor of Universal Birthday for Shelter Dogs, consider donating to your local shelter.

Our local shelter has an Amazon Wishlist and often sends our requests for food and other items. It’s so easy to send some food or bedding directly to them. No need to know the address, just pay for the items and they will be sent to address on the registry. I’m grateful for this shelter and was so happy to find Zeke there. We brought along our older dog Maisy to help us find her new friend. He was the only one who did not make her growl 🙂

A Cavalcade of Comfort Food & Warm Wishes


Yesterday we buried our much beloved Roscoe (i.e. Roscoe P. Coltrane, ‘Scoe, Dense Nugget of Matter, Little, Mr. Man, Nuggelito, and Scobian Emps). Wow, I guess we never realize how embarrassing our pet nick names are until we try to tell someone. Especially in the case where I used to yodel for my cat Noodle, “Noodle-oodle-oodle oodle”. Embarrassing? Sure, but he’d come running.

To say we will miss him fails to describe the feeling that a huge life force has just been sucked right out of our home. He had a mighty presence for a dog of 23 pounds. He was a comic genius, a most excellent nap buddy, could howl like a wolf on command, and was fearless. Though sometimes the latter bordered on stupidity. He was also an excellent human trainer. For almost 12 years he refused to enter the house until we gave him a cookie. He was steadfast in this discipline up until his last full day on this earth. Like a monk, that Roscoe.

Last night was difficult falling asleep without his little snore. Mostly it was soft and purry like white noise, and other times grandpa loud. Whatever the decibel, it was always a sign of all being good in Roscoe’s world. In the past few weeks I’d been listening to this snore for indications of pain and discomfort, waking with him to go outside so he could relieve himself and then settling on the living room to sleep on the floor in front of the oscillating fan.

Callie has been moping around, occasionally walking though the house, checking each room. Maisy’s energy is always so mellow, it’s hard to tell if she wants to stay in and sleep or is avoiding being dive bombed by a mean mockingbird that seems to be terrorizing us since a baby raccoon got into it’s nest. And Emmett? Lord knows what’s going on in his mind. Why do all kittens seem to be on LSD?

Yesterday we took comfort in all the very kind words we received in person, by phone, text, email and Facebook. Well, kind words and cheeseburgers.

So today I continue to enjoy the company of those that remain living here at Chez Vee…the longtime companions and the new. Roscoe may be gone, but everyone still loves scrambled eggs and cheese for breakfast, cookies, and attention. Today the pudum pudum of scampering kitten paws replaces the clickity clack of terrier toes on our wood floors. And a soft purr, the happy snortles and grunts of our buddy Roscoe.

Though, truth be told, I always felt he was purring.

Dog Daze of Summer

RoscoeResting I realize it’s not quite the dog days of summer yet, but we received some very sad news about our little man, Roscoe, this weekend. He has lymphoma and the prognosis is not a good one. We are beyond sad, very sad. We will do our level best to keep him happy and comfortable until it’s time to say our final goodbyes.

He’s already responding favorably to steroids, and realize he’ll have good days and bad days. As long as he finds pleasure in eating, looking for squirrels, and rolling around in the warm grass, we will shower him with as much love as possible. He has been an absolute joy for almost 12 years. Hard to imagine our home without him. We can only hope to repay him for his gifts of joy and hilarity with a peaceful and warm exit from this world.

So now I need to figure out what’s on Roscoe’s Bucket List…

Because dogs will be dogs, and squirrels will be dead


So yesterday Steve and I pull into the driveway around 5:40. The dogs had a squirrel treed. As we were approaching it leapt from the tree and was soon screaming as it was in a three-way tug-of-war with the dogs. At this point I ran into the house crying, because I'm made of tough stuff. 
Steve came in a minute later to tell me about the events that followed. I was happy to have missed Roscoe trying to shake the squirrel off his face. (update, I've since been told that Callie was trying to pull the squirrel off his face too) I am pretty sure I would have lost my shit if I had seen that. I immediatley ran out to check on him and he came prancing around the corner with a limp squirrel in his mouth and a very bloody eye.
This not being the first eye injury in our almost 10 years together… I scooped him up, grabbed my purse, called my vet that was closing in 15 minutes and told them I was on my way. They were so kind to stay late for us. He burst an blood vessel and did get scratched, but luckily his cornia was untouched. At times like this I am so happy to living in a small town where not only will the vet stay late, but I can get there lickety split.
I'd hoped this morning that he might be worn out and wanting to rest, but he sat right at the window looking for squirrels. 

Last Weekend

Last weekend looked like this…


hands down, my favorite place to knit


and my favorite little buddy to knit with


i made this


and this


and finished these

Here's hoping for more of the same this weekend. My husband is sick today, and I'm feeling a bit iffy too, so perhaps just the knitting part would do.

I'm almost done with this great beret pattern from Churchmouse Yarns & Teas and though I've cast on for Topiary in a lovely blue green wool, I think I mayswing by Hill Country Weavers right now to pick up an oatmealy Berroco Vintage so that the stitches will be more pronounced. Yep, that' sexactly what I'm gonna do. I'm not normally a big fan of a wool/acrylic blend, but this yarn is really great.

off to the yarn store! 

Donkey Hoti

Originally published February 20, 2012


This is Donkey Hoti, Roscoe’s longtime companion.

Donkey Hoti was not just another well-loved, matted soul in a long line of Roscoe’s sad babies loves. He looooved her the most. He was somewhat of a serial monogamist.


First there was Polly Polka Pants. His first love.


She turned her back on him.


He soon hopped into a whirlwind romance with this little bunny.
For the record… I am not claiming to know the sexual preference of my dog, or the stuffies… it’s just a story people.


She knew she was just a rebound romance, but just couldn’t walk away.

This next gal was just plain mean.

and who could forget sweet sleepy Ellie?


Apparently Roscoe, once he met this little chicken.

Praise the Lard!

I am testing biscuit recipes for work… and I have been schooled in biscuit making. Yesterdays sad biscuits pale in comparison to todays much taller and flakier results. The difference, in my humble opinion, was the lard. Sugar too.



Callie liked them too.


but wanted more than one.