I Feel Content
It has been a gray day with a few flurries trying to make an impact . . . with not much success. This winter has been full of cold, ice, snow and temps warm enough that some were raking their yards last week. For me, I feel contentment with what this winter entailed. The roads for the most part were always doable. Dennis has been able to
take in several gun shows and I do know he feels contentment as well. The month of February is just a blur. Granted, I have had enough on my plate with the sewing studio and visits to the library for new reading material. Actually today was the last of the Minnesota Wild project that I took on for Burke. What’s a quilt without pillowcases. Using up his fabric for durable colorful pillowcases gave me the felling of “job well done.”
And ya know how I ended my post yesterday . . . sure enough, we did have supper. Dennis and I are always ready for eggs and sausages for an evening meal. Easy enough and tasty.
When Dennis got back from our local VA Medical Clinic he put me on notice that he needed several dozen chocolate chip cookies for April 3rd for his next visit to the clinic. It is a very social group, so why not. Apparently today someone had treated donuts from our local bakery. Yes, it is a medical clinic but the veterans enjoy the real life just like you or me. His “want list” made me hungry for some cookies. The cookie jar 
has been empty for quite some time. The bakery here on Stauffer had been put on the back burner while the sewing studio had been full use. It’s a good thing Dennis and I are on the same page about our favorites. Out came my 1967 Lutheran Brotherhood monthly magazine. It is now protected in it’s own sheet protector. I know, I could easily copy it down onto a card and stick it in my recipe box . . . where would the nostalgia be in that? One pound of butter and six cups of flour later and and a few other ingredients, we have dozens of sugar cookies. No, I did not roll them out with the rolling pin. I rolled them into balls with my hands, dipped them in sugar and pressed my thumb into the middle of each one of those lovelies.
My day has me feeling very content and as I am in the sewing studio putting out a post, Dennis has told me he is making supper. Yippee! I am a very wise person . . . I don’t ask questions, I will just enjoy the treat.