With all the reports from friends of lovely things baking, I am convicted. Today, I must at least stir up some chocolate fudge. I like the old-fashioned kind that’s just cocoa, sugar, vanilla, butter, and milk. It isn’t hard at all, just takes a long time and when it reaches soft-ball stage, it requires a lot of muscle power to beat it into proper consistency. Maybe I can bake some butter cookies and, for church, I plan to make sausage balls. I can freeze them, then bring them out for brunch, Christmas morning.
In Fran’s kitchen, last year
But, before all that, it’s off to see the orthopedist. Since last spring, I’ve been struggling with bursitis and tendinitis in the leg I broke a few years ago. It’s improved, I don’t limp as much as I did, but it’s painful and, actually, no fun at all. May I recommend a cane to all those so afflicted. You can get those cute little colorful ones and it’s wonderful, the way walking with a cane brings out the helpfulness in people. Isn’t there a mysterious aura around those who walk with a cane? Of course, there is!
Is anybody else taking inventory of the year’s events? Do you jot them down in a daily journal then go back and read them at year’s end? Or, are you busy living day-to-day and looking forward to each sunrise? Or, both?
If I could put all my blessings under my Christmas tree, there wouldn’t be room for them all. I’d have to get a larger tree. People are my chief blessings–people I love and people who love me, friends, both new and the ones who have been with me through thick and thin, those of you I’ve never met but who read this blog and/or my cozy mysteries. I’m blessed beyond measure.
for Christmas
Yesterday, I got a really neat Christmas card from a dear cousin who told me he is reading one of my cozy mysteries and has ordered another Grave Heritage, from Amazon. Thanks, Rex!
My blog has reached friends in Austria, Russia, England, and across the United States. Thank you, each one for reading this and the cozy mysteries.
Bits of snow still cling to yards and rooftops but today, the temperature is forecast to rise above freezing. It’s a wonderful day to be alive, to be grateful, and to enjoy the ending month of a beautiful year.
I don’t have a daily journal. I do have a yellow legal pad for each month where we list doctor appointments and special events for myself and my husband, which we both add to and refer to. That’s in addition to the calendar on my desk and also one of those small ones in my purse, sometimes called a datebook or personal calendar depending on who makes it.
Those are important too. Someone in the future will be happy to see what you’ve recorded.