Sitting on the toilet in the powder room I examine my life choices, the usual ones, the cliche ones. Where things went wrong, what I could have done differently, would it be unethical to call in a plumber when 2 out of 3 people in the household have covid? My inner amateur ethicist pondering things in the powder room concludes it would be extraordinarily wrong, so I grab a plastic shopping bag saved for some purpose if not exactly this one, thank god that I don't have loose stools, and wrap up the excrement as though I'd been cleaning up after a dog. I am the dog. The upstairs toilet is fine, but we're leaving that one for Dan in isolation who I'm sure lacks the skill required to shit in a plastic bag. Teenage boys aren't the tidiest at the best of times.
I had tested clear of covid for two days before it came roaring back with a positive test again. Oh well, no chance of salvaging a family dinner for Christmas now, so we're going to Zoom from our respective isolation rooms. After a week spent at home I was really looking forward to getting outside for a bit, but obviously I'm not going to do that as I'm contagious again and need to quarantine for another 5 days. Not that anyone's doing that, but yeah, I'm not going to willingly subject someone else to this. Did a completely worthless telehealth that ended with the helpful advice to go to the hospital if I feel worse. The nurse didn't think it was a rebound infection, but she has a script to follow. It is a LOT less rare than initially thought. I feel worse. So. Much. Worse. I thought the point of telehealth is to help you avoid the hospital? I'm not keen to sit in a waiting room for hours and pick up flu along with the covid. Fingers crossed the antivirals do their job.
Well enough of that. I can't even remember where I left off because the month has been a blur since the oral surgery, covid, etc. So I'm going to do a photo heavy post if I can. For some reason half my outfit posts went missing when I tried uploading them to the computer from my phone.
I had Dan come downstairs masked up for a photo-op with his Birthday cake before sending him back to his room with a slice. Yes, that's another Birthday Onion. Last year's onion lasted 8 months, and the onion from his half birthday is still alive though sprouted, so I suppose that makes this a tradition. What did you think I was going to do, buy him, a car?
Jokes aside, when he's well we have a date to buy him some proper shoes that he can take care of and with the occasional re-heeling should last him years. He can't go out into the world in a pair of Nikes. I thought a good pair of shoes and a belt would be ideal for an 18th birthday, and he agreed.
The cake is decorated with cookies to represent all the novelty cakes over the years. Tractors, Monopoly, a Million Pound Shit Hammer (Hunter Thompson's phrase, not mine), a mug of root beer, Mask of Agamemnon etc. Edible food markers made decorating a breeze.
Better look at the cake.
At some point earlier in the month I made a cabbage stuffed with mushrooms.
Sliced view. I'd definitely do that again.
Tofu with mushrooms, spinach, and yellow potatoes
There was a roasted lamb loin in there for Dan's birthday which he enjoyed even if it was eaten alone in his room. I neglected to get photos.
Wonky mincemeat tarts made with my homemade mincemeat. It had been soaking up brandy since early autumn so it was time to bake. I only made a dozen mini tarts.
There's nothing you haven't seen before, but I'll just post a few quick outfits I thought turned out well.
I probably wouldn't have been much help in the Women's Land Army, but I've got the wardrobe.
Whew, I think that brings us up to date! Most of these outfits never left the house, but I still like to get dressed everyday. Congratulations for making it through that post (or skipping to the end-I don't blame you a bit). I know there's some fun pieces here but my heart just wasn't in it this year. Hopefully that isn't too obvious.
I wish everyone a happy holiday/day off/new year/etc. Wishing you the best in the new year.