Monday Monday

Day fifty three
Cookie making day, well it started out that way yesterday but I was out of some of the ingredients. I mixed up white chocolate chip cookie dough and roll out cookie dough, then I ran out of steam or rather my back did. Learning to accept limitations can be an ongoing happening. I  do not notice any hurt until it gets to a big warning level and then I have to stop. The dough is in the refrigerator for tomorrow’s baking.
Got some more packages in the mail to rap for the grands and great grands. It is getting pretty full around the tree.
It seems strange to not be making many more kinds of cookies , making  candies. But it seems that tastes have changed and that is not all bad. It seems that the children as well as adults like the veggie trays , the meat and cheese trays and the different relishes. Of course there will be something hot for everyone ( except me) to try, Kirsty always brings hot stuff and sometimes Scott will also.
I am still making up the menu for Christmas Eve and then for Christmas day. It looks like turkey for Saturday and manicotti for Christmas day. Ryker and Eden let me know that they like plain corn and not scalloped corn, makes it easier for me. I will be cheating and making stove top dressing also, well it seems the kids like it. I will make Italian pasta salad, have no done that for a while.
I am liking the thought of no really bad weather for Christmas, a brown Christmas is okay with me. No ice or snow to fight is a good thing. Of course it is harder to think it is Christmas without the snow. I remember a lot of nasty years with super cold, a lot of snow and no way to get out and go shopping. I am thankful for amazon.com and I let my fingers do the walking.
This is an off year, so it will be smaller than usual, but just as  happy. Children grow up and get married and have other families to share and then their children grow up and it is even harder. But we usually manage everyone every other year. I like making  the day as joyous as possible, each year I remember the awful feeling that there would nothing under the tree, that there would be no tree at all. It all depended on what dad felt like I guess. Maybe that is why I have tried e to make a good Christmas  for my children, it is hard for me to not do this on Christmas eve and Christmas day.