Mincemeat is simmering on the back of the cook top and it smells like the holidays. It makes me very explicably happy. The son and I made it together this year; I had him washing and coring and slicing the apples while I zested citrus and processed fruit and added stuff. Then he stirred the resultant brew. Now it is just cooking. And smelling delicious.
(There is a photo here at When All This Actual Life Played Out. If you wondered what homemade mincemeat looks like.)
It's a bit amusing to see that I posted the recipe for this stuff a year ago today. I don't know why things like that amuse me. Congruence.
And today, the window man came and measured and gave me an estimate and I ordered. Another step in the right direction, I hope. I have the bathroom designer and I'm looking for the contractor and I'm choosing fixtures.
Would that I had a magic wand or could just snap my fingers.
But I'm happy nonetheless.
Go sing a nursery rhyme: "Oranges and Lemons" is a traditional English nursery rhyme.