Saturday afternoon at Anne's, in a kitchen full of great cooking smells. We're preparing Anne's annual turkey feast for a horde: 16 and a half (Maddy, not quite 1 year old). The bird has been named "Jean-Claude" and is roasting happily in the oven. A wonderful squash soup has been prepared with much toil, sausages are bubbling in pans on the stove, the cranberry sauce is ready, and we're about to move on to the garlic mashed potatoes. MAN, I love Thanksgiving!

The Queen of Spades was great!! Go see it!! The production was wonderful, with very dramatic style. The best scene was the one with Herman tossing in bed with a nightmare: the whole room was rotated 90 degrees, so the audience was looking down on the bed. Then an eight-foot skeleton emerged from the sheets next to him...
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