musician's december

We're gearing up for Musician's December, a time when husbands and wives don't get to spend as much time together as they like (balanced out by Musician's Spring, when they get to go to, say, Panama, or Vienna, or Thailand, for a month at a time).

This time through, though, things are a bit easier because of Catherine's job. She quit her office and its poisonous atmosphere, and now will be doing field work for them, researching in courthouses across the state. So we get to be together much much more now, and, after a two-and-a-half year period of jet lag — going to bed at eleven and waking up at seven — we now have a more sane schedule that allows us to play gigs ungroggy.

Catherine and I hosted our first Thanksgiving dinner (in a house where it looks like we'll be staying for at least several more months, in keeping with the original plan). Our goal was to do all the traditional Thanksgiving stuff, but with a twist. Dressing, but with wine and cranberries and cashews; potatoes, but coated by lavender; carrots, but with apricots and onions; Green beans, but with ginger and orange butter; salad, but with whole wildflowers and mint. 'Twasn't perfect, but we had a wonderful time with a huge crew of family and friends.

I marvel that Catherine and I found each other: feeling the same way about how to spend money and time, and about the moral value of having one's own version of everything.

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