Beautiful cookies made by my foodie cousin(s) Ronita and her husband Jeff. She said she “went wild” this year and baked about eight different kinds—all of them tasty and scrumptious-looking as well. Sadly the gingerbread man lost an eye, so I had to remedy that imbalance. 

My cousin Rob’s wife, Denise, gave me a package of old photos yesterday that they found among my aunt Nellie’s belongings. Some are amazing studio photos of my mother’s family. I’m pondering projects and ways to frame them already. My brother is supposed to arrive tomorrow with a scanner to begin cataloging the zillions of old photos my parents have stored away somewhere in this house—neither can remember where.