Mary Anne Mohanraj

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November 27 -- 10:01 PM

Thanksgiving dinner for thirty-one = reasonable success. Although I have got to figure out a better process for heating all the sides at the end + carving the turkey + making the gravy. The turkey came out at 4:00, which was already at least half an hour longer than ideal (forgot that using a wild turkey meant shorter cooking time), and then instead of sitting for half an hour, it sat for an hour, until we ate at 5, which meant a goodly portion of the meat was dry. I think one of the main problems was that I needed a platter for carving (so that we had somewhere to carve while someone else was making the gravy) -- WHICH I OWN. But I've only owned it for a year, and in all the hectic, I forgot. Sigh.

Ah well -- the rest of the dishes were great (my guests brought uniformly awesome food), and the company was delightful. Everyone went home stuffed, and we have leftovers enough for a few meals. Turkey curry tomorrow!

Hope everyone's had a good day, and gets to sleep in tomorrow!

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November 26 -- 4:24 PM

Monologue with Iron,
the Day Before Thanksgiving

Iron: Oh! Hey! You're plugging me in, and turning me on, and giving me water -- sweet, sweet water. It's been so dry and dusty up on that shelf; I was parched. And whoa, a tablecloth? That's a real commitment. A tablecloth takes time. It takes patience, and care, and being willing to deal with the fiddly bits in the middle. What's this? Two of them? Three? Four? Gosh! That's quite a party you're having. And runners too? I LOVE doing runners. Swooping down them, fast and sweet. You can really see my skill on a runner. What's next? Napkins? SO MANY NAPKINS. Wow. I thought you didn't love me. I thought you didn't care for me at all. But now I can see that you really appreciate me. You understand my true worth. This is the start of a beautiful relationship. You and me, together forever. Tomorrow, maybe you could iron a few shirts? Hey. Hey. You've turned me off. You're putting back up on that high shelf, the one you can't reach without a step stool. You don't want to leave me alone up there, baby. It's so cold up there. So lonely. It's been three hundred and sixty-five days since the last time you touched me. I don't know if I can take that again. Hey. Hey. Don't walk away. Please...

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November 25 -- 9:27 AM

Heading off to teach. First John Chu, Ted Chiang, Alice Sola Kim. Then Crane, Bierce, Dreiser, Chopin. Feeling grateful for thoughtful, nuanced, angry, precise writing today.

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November 24 -- 8:50 PM

I have come to the realization that a woman and a mother should NOT re-read Kate Chopin's The Awakening the week of Thanksgiving.

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November 24 -- 2:31 PM

Writing day. Had lunch with Valya, Mary Robinette, Julie, Kat, and new writer friend Amanda, with wine and curry and sweets and fruit and good conversation. Now writing with tea. Tippy-tippy-typing away. One scene down; should be able to squeeze out one more before Kavya comes home from school.

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