Adventures with Flat Stanley

Flat Stanley came to visit us for Thanksgiving. If you aren’t familiar with Stanley here is the back-story. Flat Stanley is a series of books by Jeff Brown. The premise? A bulletin board falls on Stanley, flattening him so thoroughly that he’s able to fit into an envelope.

A third grade class in Colorado listened to the book. Each kid then made their version of Stanley. The teacher laminated them, wrote out a letter explaining the Flat Stanley project is a social study undertaking.

A boy named Frankie made our Flat Stanley. So far he’s been to Bainbridge Island, WA, Hana, HI, and here to Palm Harbor, FL. I just mailed him off to friend Jane in Galena, IL. She’s married to a Welshman, so I’m hoping Stanley has a visit to Wales in his future.

Here are the photos we took during Stanley’s visit. We printed them at Walgreens, and they are now on the way to Frankie’s third-grade classroom.

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Stanley drew his self-portrait and was pretty pleased with it.

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Eeek.   Stanley took a terrible tumble to the kitchen floor.  Frankie’s teacher specified adult supervision at all times.  Who was watching him when this accident occurred?

 

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This is just before the turkey went into the oven.

 

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This is just after the turkey came out of the oven.  It was HOT there.

 

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Standing in the ice cube maker helped him to cool down.

 

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One of five pies!  Two were pumpkin with gluten-free crusts, one apple, one bourbon pecan with chocolate chips, and the fifth was banana butter brickle. Bet you can’t say that three times fast.  I was really worried Stanley would get too pudgy to be jammed back into his travel envelope. Fat Stanley, not Flat Stanley stuffed into a shoe box.

 

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Here he is doing some stunt riding!

 

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He rode that cow so far and fast he decided to take on a horse.

 

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It didn’t end well.

 

 

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Here he is confessing his sins to Father Steve.

 

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The day after Thanksgiving, chillin’ with Bronson Dog.

 

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Friday we went out to lunch at Barfly because we hadn’t had enough food and needed to eat more.

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The mail-lady just picked Stanley up and he’s off to Galena, Illinois.  He has a small baggie filled with Spanish moss.  I microwaved it.  When we were kids we hauled home a brown paper bag stuffed with moss.  When we opened the sack it was crawling with insects.  Hopefully the nuking killed any critters.  Note to readers-Microwaving Spanish moss stinks up the kitchen.  I don’t recommend it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thankful for Dinner by the Pool

We are all ready for Thanksgiving. Table set, flowers arranged, food-except for the bird- prepared.

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I made my friend, Anne’s, “make ahead mashed potatoes”. I fixed them last year, and every single bit was scraped from the bottom of the serving dish.  One guest longed for seconds, but too bad, so sad.

This year I made twice as many. It’s in my 125-pound LeCreuset pan. Tomorrow neighbor Lynda is heating it in her oven. Jimmy may need a hand truck to lug this monstrous pot of potatoes across the street.

Everyone is bringing something, so I’m only responsible for potatoes, green beans, gravy and the turkey. And lots of wine.

I used Ina Garten’s make-ahead gravy recipe and her green beans with shallots.

Martha Stewart gave me some pointers on how to prepare the bird. I’m to drench four layers of cheesecloth with a butter and wine mixture, lay atop the turkey and baste with more of the concoction every hour.

He’s to go into the oven feet first. If he doesn’t fit that way, I’m supposed to turn his pan each time I baste him.

I killed our electric knife when sawing through the tops of pumpkins in which I arranged the flowers. So yesterday found me at Bed Bath and Beyond purchasing a new one. Plus the cheesecloth, kitchen twine, and various cleaning supplies. Lynda and I keep a file of BBandB coupons here at my house. I got twenty bucks off at check-out!

This time tomorrow we’ll be just about to sit down and stuff ourselves. We have a small flat guest, Stanley, joining us this year. I hope I’ll be able to jam him into his envelope after this large meal. Perhaps he will need a shoebox.

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Keurig Cup Crafting

I’ve been “sharked.” It happened on Halloween. After witnessing all of Charki’s over the top spooky creativity, I decided I needed to get crafty for our Thanksgiving party.

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Twelve K-cups, yards of rope, a hot glue gun, loads of paint and hours later here’s what I came up with.

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I also made a trip to Dollar Tree for candle holders.  Then off to Walmart for a bunch of other stuff.  I loathe Walmart.  Was almost disappointed at how well they came through.

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I plan to make the flower arrangements in pumpkins and gourds.  Take that, Charki!  Let’s go toe to toe in a craft-off.

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The Chihuahua Bites Again

Sunday evening we went to St. Petersburg hooked up with friends Doug and Charki. We went to dinner at the Old Northeast Tavern, followed by an absolutely hilarious political romp at the Palladium Theater titled Orange is the New Barack.

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Doug and Charki live in a darling old home that they have been fixing up for the past two years. It’s so cute it was made House of the Month for October.

Their home is like TJ Maxx, never the same place twice.

Charki’s wheels never stop turning. Doug is a master woodworker and any idea she tosses him he can build.
And she rearranges furniture constantly. If you were blind in their house your life would be at risk on a weekly basis.

Not us. Jim and I plop our furniture down the day we move into a place, and there it stays until the day we move out. However, Monday I started to think maybe shuffling some furniture around might be a good idea.

I suggested to Jim that we tackle our back patio. Shove the long dining table down to the other end of the screened in porch. Drag the seating area to the center of the space.

He hated the idea, stating every item is ideally placed to take advantage of the four spinning ceiling fans. He mostly didn’t want to do it because he was deep into his morning chores. Sudoku and the daily crossword puzzle. But as he knows, I’m a dog with a bone once I get a notion. His nickname for me is “the chihuahua.”

So he hauled his honey-buns outta’ the chair and helped me. However, when I suggested we put the rectangular dining table on an angle, he refused. Then he left for golf whereupon I angled it by myself.

When he got home, he suggested we call the police because someone had broken into our backyard and moved the table. Now he has to admit he likes it.

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Our next big dinner party will be Thanksgiving on the porch. Dinner for fourteen. Eating Thanksgiving outdoors still strikes us as strange, but it’s strange in a terrific way.  So far I’ve purchased tablecloths and salt and pepper shakers.  Next stop Walmart for a six-foot-long folding table to put at the end of the rectangular one.   Which will require shoving furniture around once more.  I’ll wait until November to drop that bit of information.

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