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Tuesday thoughts about the weekend past

Friday was Mark’s 64th birthday. I made a pie on Thursday night, so that we could come home after the first Madison symphony of the season on Friday and have pie and ice cream. We went out for dinner on Saturday, and I made his request for brunch on Sunday, but I don’t think I […]

First weekend of the new year

I think my brother is right, winter break is boring. The problem I have is that I go from being ridiculously too busy with work, and cookie season, and general holiday preparing, then the holidays are over and I get some free time, and I don’t wanna do the stuff I should do. And this […]

Trying to redeem myself

Since I haven’t written since Saturday, lets see if I can recreate. [and started this post on like Monday, and finishing it Thursday night …] I worked on the systems analysis final all day on Saturday. I really got stumped on the last part of the last, 5-part question – it required a UML diagram, […]

Soft star

  That title was supposed to be “Soft start” – the phrase that kept coming to my head when I was feeling too tired Monday night to undertake the biberli. As in, “Can I have a soft start to  cookie season and just make one kind tonight?” I made the fruit cake gems, and glazed […]

I think I can, I think I can …

Now is the uneasy time when the house is stuffed with expensive cookie ingredients, and it’s all on me to transform all the butter, sugar, flour, nuts, chocolate, dried fruits, almond paste, and candy into cookies. I made the dough for the jam cookies on Friday night. Saturday afternoon, I got it out to soften […]

Dad’s 15th yahrzeit

  It’s 15 years today since my Dad died. I’ve got a glass with a twist of lemon frosting in the freezer, and I have Triscuits and gin, I’ll buy a little spreadin’ cheese to go with, and a yahrzeit candle. Maybe I can find a better online recitation of mourners’ kaddish than the one […]

Sick Day

I woke up with a sore throat and headache and decided to call in sick, and stay in bed. The staying felt great – I dozed and read with both cats holding me down. And I’m sure the cats loved it too – the heat was on even in the middle of the day, and […]