I should go to bed. I don’t want to. As soon as my head hits the pillow, it’ll be Monday morning. Never you mind that I’ve already planned to take Wednesday off (which means a 5-day weekend with Christmas!!!!), but I’m dreading tomorrow. I’m going to a new dermatologist about a spot on my face that is most probably skin cancer. Again. Damn it. No doubt my face will be all chewed up by some chemical or cut on like Frankenstein when I have to go into a classroom and stand up in front of a bunch of strangers on January 12th. Great. I’m hoping whatever happens, it can be done tomorrow, and hopefully not the 3-weeks of toxic chemical to my face. I hope she can just cut/burn/freeze the spot somehow. We will see.
I drove over and visited Sarah today. She has a fabulous Christmas tree, and the perfect house for a fabulous Christmas tree because the ceilings are tall. I couldn’t stay long because my task this weekend was to bake cookies for my brothers, and I had several batches to bake tonight.
|Beautiful Christmas tree|
It’s a long story. Neither of my brothers are married. Alcoholic brother has no girlfriend and little brother’s girlfriend doesn’t cook much. Little brother asked his daughter to make cookies for him this Christmas, in particular Mexican wedding cookies that our grandmother used to bake nearly every Christmas. Well, his daughter just had her first baby a few weeks ago. She texted me and asked if I had the recipe. I looked one up online and sent it to her. She said, “Hell! I don’t have time to make these damn cookies.” Of course she doesn’t! If she has any spare time at all, she’s probably sleeping. My brother has no clue what being a new mother is like. I told her not to worry, I’d make cookies for him.
So, little brother stopped over Friday evening. He asked if I was baking cookies for him. I assured him I would get some to him before Christmas. He said, “While you’re at it, I’d really like some chocolate chip ones too.” That’s my brother! Anyway, I baked the Mexican and chocolate chip cookies, and then Someone pouted because they were not for him. Being the good house slave that I am, I baked a double-batch of his favorite, oatmeal butterscotch chip cookies. Of these, I set aside a dozen to add to my brothers’ boxes, and put a dozen on the platter for the girls and their friends to eat. Someone will eat the rest before Christmas, no doubt. He eats cookies a dozen at a time.
|The empty platter...|
|Had cookies on it for about 20 minutes, until girls and their friends found them.|
I will fix a small box of cookies for alcoholic brother. He really doesn’t eat, but the homeless guy who he lets live in his house might eat some. Perhaps I shouldn’t call him the homeless guy anymore…he’s been living in my brother’s spare bedroom for nearly 6 months. Rent-free. Homeless guy has many of the same problems my brother has, but he’s been able to call an ambulance three times for my brother, so it’s probably good he’s there.
In other exciting news, my Christmas cactus has eight very tiny pink buds. I have done nothing to encourage it to bloom, but apparently the short days and light from the windows have enticed it to reward me with reason to hope it may bloom.
|Look close to see the tiny pink buds|
I've been busy wrapping presents. We are nearly ready for Christmas here at the KYLady homestead. Molly loves to rattle around in the ribbon, tags, and boxes while I'm trying to wrap gifts. She always finds a way to be in my way. Perhaps I'll mail out some Christmas cards this week. Maybe.