There you have it. Christmas baking at its finest. I finally rolled out the cookie dough I made last week and, having no Christmas cookie cutters, I just cut out circles, baked them, and frosted them with seasonal chocolate frosting with gold sugar sparkles. Jessie had brought the dough back to the house on Saturday, thinking perhaps that we'd find some time to bake and decorate them with the boys but of course that didn't happen. The final product wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't over-baked about half of them. Oh well. Chocolate frosting covers many sins. And Mr. Moon said that it's better than green frosting.
He's probably right about that.
This morning we got a ray of sunshine in that Vergil brought the boys out to collect their share of the MEAT. It was nice to see those little guys and I got to read them a few stories from the pig stories book and we laugh and laugh at those. I also read "A Fish Out of Water" and when I pointed out something on one of the pages August said, "You always say that when you read this book."
"I know," I said. "I do."
God, I'm old.
They didn't stay very long and I finally got around to trimming my roses back. Always a joy. I don't know the first damn thing about trimming roses. I just go out there with the cart and my pruners and hack away. Whatever I do always seems to turn out okay because they always grow back and make roses. Of course my roses are of the heritage varieties meaning that they're not picky about much of anything. While I was out there with my pruners and the cart I pruned and pulled the red passion flower vine from the fence. It was brown and dead but will come back in the spring. I got exactly zero passion flowers this year. I have no idea why. Not enough sun, probably.
Mr. Moon defrosted and cleaned out the deep freeze in the garage and informed me that he now also wants to get a standing deep freeze because you don't have to defrost them and also because we're getting another ninety pounds of wild pig that he actually sent to a professional to process.
I'm just overwhelmed here.
I keep doing research on a new stove but it all boils down to the unknowables. You can read every review on the internet (well, theoretically) and still not know if you're making the right decision. For someone who could actually make passable meals on an open fire if I had to, I sure am being particular.
Hank reports that he's feeling better every day. This makes me so happy. Lily went and got tested for covid today because she's been coughing and tired. She's probably fine but better safe than sorry. May works at a food co-op and I can't imagine she's having a very good time at work this week. The best thing about her job is that she works with Billy and that's a priceless perk. He posted a thing on FB the other day that I'm still laughing about. It was a Christmas card he was sending to our Taylor and on it he'd written, "Shayla made me send this. I hate you. Love, Billy."
If you knew Billy like I know Billy, you'd laugh too.
My FB memory today was from two years ago in Cozumel.
And I've just gone back to my blog from that day and found two more cool pictures.
But I don't want to go back until I can see the beautiful smiles of the people. That's just the way it is.