Since Hibernation Isn't an Option

Seafood chowder will have to do.

We had two days of rain.
Now it is snowing.

It could be worse.
It could have all been snow.

A Fairly Quiet Christmas

That is except for the sound of a sewing machine going to town on some of mom's red flannel hoard.  I don't know why she bought an entire bolt of the stuff, but it seems a shame to let such good quality flannel sit around.  Now mom and stepfather have matching father Christmas and mother Christmas sleepwear.  He's too slender to play Santa Claus.  Did I mention it is really, really red!

It is good they sleep with their eyes closed.

The staff at the assisted living should get a giggle out of this.

Unfortunately, there is still more red flannel left.

What am I going to do with it?

Make mom a spare nightgown - or two?

(Hers is actually a dress pattern widened and shortened, but I figured the really loose raglan sleeve would work well for her getting in & out of it easily with her sore shoulder.)

Something More Appetizing

After rolling, baking, decorating and packaging, they are on their way.  Sorry sister-in-law in Britain, they'd be stale by the time they arrived.  Local ones were hand delivered.  The ones traveling through the postal service should arrive on Monday.

Radio cut-out cookies and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies with hickory nuts (in dad's box only).

Hope you all are well and enjoying this Christmas season!

Dogs Don't Understand Cats

Poor Ember, she's been having some digestive tract issues the last few days, tummy troubles and some diarrhea.  Thankfully the cause may have passed this morning.  She probably thought the cat was giving her a gift.  Hopefully, the next time the cat horks up a hairball, Ember doesn't think it is one of her pack sharing dinner with her.  When a cat throws up, it is throwing whatever was in its stomach away, forever.  When a dog throws up, it must be a throwback to wolves feeding their pups after a hunt; dogs think it is perfectly alright to eat it again.  Ember must have looked at Tigger's barf and went "Oh gee, thanks a bunch, pre-chewed food for me?  Thanks heaps for the present!"  In the meantime Tigger probably strolled away thinking "stupid dog".  Ember doesn't understand Tigger at all.  What won't Ember eat when our backs are turned?  Honest, we feed her plenty of good quality dog food, but she is always scouting for forbidden things to nibble.  It's like she has a raccoon in her family tree or something.  Hopefully Ember learned her lesson, but I'm not holding my breath.

Someone Shook the Snow Globe

It is snowing, again.  Thankfully the previous storm was all rain, or we would already have big piles of snow.  Once it finally stops snowing, my round of clearing begins.  Hubby did the sidewalks and enough of the driveway to get out to work.  I'm not looking forward to clearing this place in time for his return later and then doing dad's driveway and sidewalks as well.

The big question is this.  If I mix up a batch of Christmas cookie dough today, will I have the energy tomorrow to finish the job of rolling, cutting, baking, and decorating them tomorrow.  Then packaging and mailing them to family on Tues.?