Ginger Cat Farm

Well, my friends, I found the chocolates today! They were in the first place I looked so perhaps I really did remember, except not consciously which I am not sure counts as remembering at all. Like I said yesterday, I could remember bringing them in and Mr. Moon was here and so I apparently just stepped into the pantry and shoved the bag with them in it on a lower shelf between two pots. Since the man is quite tall and can easily see the tops of refrigerators as well as the highest shelves, it is best to hide anything you don't want him to see in a place where a two-year old would be most likely to find it. 

So. I did not have to go into town today. I probably should have just to get myself out of the house. I had no motivation today. None. Everything I thought about doing I easily talked myself out of. I thought about making some cookies because, you know- it's Christmas and that's what grandmas do on Christmas, we bake cookies. I used to bake so many Christmas cookies that I'd start sometimes in late October and freeze them. That's when I used to have an egg nog party every year which was almost famous in the south Georgia, northeast Florida area. 
That's a bit of hyperbole but we surely did have a lot of people over for that party. This was when I was married to my ex- husband. The first one we had we held in our then-home which was a ten by fifty foot trailer. Why did we think this was a good idea? I do not know but we had fun. My favorite memory of that event was that my dear friend Lynn's mother Dottie, who was also a dear friend herself and a good Presbyterian lady but not a jerk about it, indicated that she would like to come. This was fine except for the fact that there was bound to be a whole lot of homegrown weed being smoked and indeed, someone brought over what amounted to a wreath's worth and arranged it nicely around the punch bowl. So one of Dottie's kids (she had five and most of them were also friends of ours) sat her down and told her that there would be pot smoking and if that bothered her, she probably shouldn't attend. She blew that off, so to speak, and spent most of the evening in the recliner that was situated right between the kitchen "area" and the living room "area" and I feel certain that she must have gotten high on the second-hand smoke. Dottie liked a good drink, too, and so I think she had a really good time. I am so glad she came! 
She and I had a pretty sweet little relationship between the two of us and I adored her. Glen and I still laugh at what she told us once which was that she drank Scotch because her kids didn't like it and so would leave hers alone. 

What in HELL was I talking about? Oh yeah. Baking cookies. 
So after thinking about that today and looking at some recipes I decided to forget it because honestly- no one around here needs cookies. And I have a feeling there will be plenty of sweets at the Christmas day gathering we're going to be having at Lily's house. So no, I didn't bake cookies. 
I did, however, start wrapping. 
You know how much I hate shopping? That's how much I hate wrapping. This pictures sums up my shopping/wrapping abilities:

Four identical gifts, one for each family, wrapped in vintage tablecloths tied with ribbon I get at thrift stores. Brilliant, eh? I love to buy beautiful old tablecloths and rarely use them so...perfect. 

And here we have some more traditional wrapping. 
I remember that Kathleen used to make pretty pillowcases for everyone she gave gifts to and wrapped the gifts in those. That woman! I am not, however, Kathleen and no one else is either, nor will anyone ever be.

And I guess that's enough to talk about today unless you'd like to hear about my uneventful trip to the dump and I doubt you do. There was a farmer's market going on by the My G. Soul Boutique but there was only one table set up with a few baskets of what I assume were produce on it. I had no money on me so didn't stop. There were cars at the boutique itself though. I noticed the other day that their hours have changed. They're only open three days a week now. I can't believe they're still open. 

Oh! I think I've already mentioned the fact that Maurice has an-almost doppelgänger hanging about and today Glen took this picture.

That is not the doppelgänger for sure and certain because Glen saw him at the same time too. This guy looks older and bigger and we are calling him "Big Head" because of course. 

What in hell is going on here? Both of those strays look to be pretty well fed so I'm not too worried about them. Our next-door neighbor probably feeds them. 

Here's the real Maurice hiding from Jack the other day.

Look at those sweet little paws. 
Look. But keep your distance. 

Love...Ms. Moon