It's December. Oh really??

   Have you ever felt like you are loosing your grip on the reality of things?  Well it has certainly been that kind of week for me.  What I believe is happening in my world may not be.  I don't mean I'm hallucinating - if that's what you're thinking.  I just can't get a handle on things.  This might sound negative but it's not really.  I just don't know what is going on. And for a planner like me, this is startling.
   One thing I do know for sure is that the pears in my kitchen are about to go past the point of no return.  I managed to score these pears a while back from work.  At the time, they were not quite ripe.  In an effort to try a seasonal pie (that was not pumpkin), I planned on making a pear-cranberry pie.  But the day to day craziness of working got in the way and time passed.  The pears ripened, and ripened and ripened.  And then, I made an apple pie.  Okay, I know it's not pear-cranberry pie.  But my friend Chuck (and music teacher at my school) hired me to make an apple pie.  Since actually selling pies, rather than forcing them on unsuspecting friends and acquaintances, is my goal, I figured I had better make an apple pie for Mr. Chuck. 
   Now, it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and I believe I have over-ripe pears.  Tomorrow, after an insanely decadent brunch with friends at Amy's house, checking on Wendy's four dogs (yes, I did say four!), and a little lie down, I will make a pear-cranberry pie (maybe even with a crumbly top - thanks to Rebecca for the suggestion).  I might even listen to a little Christmas music and think about getting out some decorations.  Maybe, the world will make a little more sense.  And if it doesn't... oh well... I have been practicing rollin' with it.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas - Diana Krall