Today was a sad day for me. It would have been my Dad's 85th birthday. Instead of celebrating it with him I visited him at the cemetery for a few minutes this afternoon. It was a cold, blustery day with winds exceeding 25 MPH and pretty much fit the mood. The grave was covered with a beautiful grave blanket which was holding its own against the elements. I paused to reflect on the last year and how someone could decline so quickly. I recalled how in the end I was disappointed that he no longer remembered my name even while he was glad to see me. I appreciate every visit I had with him.
The wicked weather kept me inside tonight so I made good use of my time by baking 8 dozen cookies for tomorrow. I'm taking two plates with 2 dozen chocolate chip cookies to Right off the Sheep so they can be donated and then the other 4 dozen cookies are going to the quilt guild Holiday Bazaar. I hope the weather holds out for tomorrow night. It sure seems like we often get lousy weather on guild nights, which cuts down on attendance. We'll see.
I watched the final episode of Top Chef for this season and though I wanted Kevin to win, when he didn't, I was glad it was Michael Voltaggio not his brother Bryan (who had the most annoying nervous laugh). Project Runway didn't go the way I wanted this year with Irina winning over Carol Hannah. Now I'm back to watching Tabatha's Salon Takeover. That's about all the reality TV I can take.