|These are not mine, but don't they look good?|
Now that's a good way to start a post, isn't it? I have broken down and eaten a couple of them too. I have made all types--peanut butter, oatmeal raisin, linzer tarts, sugar...but I purposely did not make chocolate chip yet, because they are my weakness. If I make a batch of them, they will not make it to the little cookie tins that I am handing out as gifts for Derek's teacher, our priest, our mailman, etc. Well...maybe if I make enough, I will have some left over for everybody else.
I'm debating if I should go over to the old age home to see my friends there, and hand out the usual tins, as I do every year. I have to admit that I have chickened out lately because I'm afraid of running into Anita (T's mother), while visiting Frank. I haven't seen Frank since late October, when he mistook me for T's wife.
Speaking of T, I could have sworn that he called me today. The phone rang while I was knee deep in flour, and I saw that the caller ID said "unknown caller". Usually, I don't pick up for unknown callers, but for some reason, I did. Planting the receiver in between my shoulder and my ear as I continued to keep my hands busy at work, I said "Hello", but there was no reply. There was just silence on the other end. Then I said "Hello?" again--still no reply. It was then that I realized (or hoped) that it might be T. I said, "Babe?" and the person on the other end of the line hung up. then, the phone slipped out of its spot and fell to the kitchen floor sending parts everywhere.
Maybe it's the fact that it is a Wednesday, but I believe that it was him, and he just wanted to hear my voice. If so, I wish that he had given me the same privilege. Possibly, I'm just overreacting, and it's just wishful thinking. Most likely it was not him at all--just an unknown caller who dialed the wrong number.
But, the fantasy is so much better.
There I go again.