I am too nice, and I am a doer. Someone said to me that he should become a doer like me. But I explained that he will have many hurdles to jump to become a doer like me (and I am not even half motivated -- I have wandered through much of my life the last three years in a kind of fog of finding ways to survive without really living most of the time).
I need to stop being nice (or at least stop being "too" nice) and do more. That is, do more of the things I have long resolved to do that are not remotely about being nice to other people. Maybe I will spend my time just staring out the window at wild animals wandering through my yard.
I may bake a few more things (actually I have to, for Thanksgiving, of course)... but nothing more for the consumption of coworkers near and far. Maybe by 2011 my addiction to baking will return but as the year draws to a close I have different priorities.
Meanwhile, I have made Anzac biscuits, oatmeal-raisin sandwich cookies, peanut butter cups, Canadian butter tarts, ginger snaps, gingerbread, Russian tea cakes, butter thumbprints, brown sugar thumbprints, white chocolate cranberry pistachio biscotti, M&M cookies, white chocolate macadamia cookies and lemon poppyseed shortbread sandwich cookies. Mostly these are finished but some are just dough chilling in the fridge. Pics and recipes to follow soon.
For now I leave you with some blurry, bad pics of deer in my yard (I had to snap them quickly through a closed window -- did not want to scare the deer away). This was just when they were all about the spring away into the wilderness again, but they spent a long time in my yard (five of them together!) eating and looking around. One tried to go inside my military bunker. I loved it.