Thoughts while I wait for oatmeal cookies to bake . . .
It’s Halloween, and the weather is certain scary. But then it usually is. Maybe we should move Halloween to the end of September.
The cookies are not for the Trick or Treaters. They’re for Earl. It all started when he bought some oatmeal cookies that promised to help people lose weight. I was skeptical. So I offered to make oatmeal cookies from the recipe my Mother used when I was growing up. Earl had a taste test. Mine won. But they are not guaranteed to help anybody lose weight. And, after all, isn’t that an oxymoron when you’re discussing something composed primarily of sugar, butter, and raisins?
I went swimming this morning for the first time all week, since I haven’t found a place to swim when I’m in New York. Unless you consider the drenching downpour I experienced for two days this past week.
I had my seven-and-a-half foot pew cut down to a little over five feet to make it fit in our new home. The person who did it did a wonderful job, and I look at the pew with renewed pleasure. Earl picked up the pew cushion today, which also had to be cut down. It all started when I found the pew in an antique shop in 1997; the lady sold it to me for a song because there hadn’t been a lot of takers for the longer-than-usual-for-a-home pew. But the purchase price was the least of it; since then, I’ve spent four times that amount in repair, upholstery, reduction, and re-upholstery. And I don’t regret one penny.
The University of Notre Dame plays football in prime time television tonight. Earl will be watching, and I’ll probably still be making oatmeal raisin cookies. That’s the way it is when you only have one good cookie sheet, and it should cool down between batches.
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