Back again. I have been so very busy, what with helping to coordinate a reception for the memorial service of good friend to checking on friends who are ill, in the hospital or caring for an aging parent. The holiday time is always busy with the regular holidayish stuff, but when you add in the loved ones in need it can feel a bit overwhelming. But, be that as it may, I’m here to check in and say hey. Hey.
It is Thanksgiving morning and I have been a busy girl. I made Parker House rolls for the dinner this afternoon. Here they in my Mom’s cake pan as they went into the oven. I’m a sucker for tradition.
The house smells wonderful. I will try one when they are done baking because I worry about quality control. I didn’t have to make these, but there is something about home baked bread that just feels caring to me.
That, dear friends is a Grover cookie. A turkey drumstick cookie with yogurt icing. He loves these things and I get a kick out of getting him, and his friends, a treat at holiday time. And, yes. He is a tad spoiled.
Do you remember Killer the neighborhood Siamese cat?
Well, I have some new neighbors (last summer), and they are cat people, but a bit more than me. They started feeding Killer because they knew he had no home. I knew that, too, but we had an understanding. I fed the birds and he ate some. It was a good working relationship. The new neighbors, in their kindness, have made him reliant on store-bought food. It seems like they have either stopped feeding him or aren’t feeding him regularly, so guess who stepped up to the plate. No. Don’t guess because you already know. He is putting on a bit of weight and that’s a good thing for winter. I don’t need another cat. He doesn’t want to come inside, so we’re going to work this out. I’ll feed him every morning like I do Stinky and Grover and he’ll have at least one good meal. I also might crack my storage door in the back yard so that he can find some shelter when he needs it. Crap. I’m hooked, aren’t I?
I hope this day finds you all well and as content as you can be considering whatever crosses you may be bearing at this time. I am so grateful for so many blessings. Not a complaint here. OK. Maybe, a little one. Stinky is sleeping on Grover’s bed and won’t let him lay down. I hate being the bad cop, but since it’s just me, I can be the good cop, too. See? No real complaints.