Cookies

I spent the day napping and feeling incredibly dehydrated. This morning I went on a walk without sufficient water and felt very overheated by the end. I didn't think it would get this warm so late in the year, but I suppose that's just California.

The neighborhood donut shop owner lied to me the other day--I asked about pumpkin donuts and he promised me that they would have some by today. No luck. That's okay, I can't pass up their double chocolate donut or regular old fashioned.

Attempted to pack my larger belongings in my car this afternoon, just to see how things would fit. It's definitely a tight squeeze, as I drive with my seat almost all the way back, so there's little room in the back for the large paintings that I own. I'm crossing my fingers that they'll all fit! Compact cars are way smaller than I thought--but I'm pretty glad now that I decided on a sedan rather than a coupe!

I'll be visiting a friend in Hollywood and then seeing the relatives on my dad's side, including my grandparents who are 84 and 94 years old. This could be the last time I see them, so I'll have to make the most of it. It'll be good to see everyone, but as I'm not particularly close with any of them, it's going to be odd to relay so many of the decisions that I've made in the past few months without feeling the vast distance between us.

It reminds me of what my Dad lamented a few months ago--since my brother and I left the house, he feels like he no longer knows what kind of people we are, what we like to do, and how we act. He only knows what we tell him, which is decidedly not very much. This is partially why I feel that it would be beneficial to my relationship with my parents to spend some time with them as an adult, to forge a human relationship with them (rather than a simple parental one).

I ended the night by making cookies, which I'll bringing with me on my visits this weekend. I probably should have made the cookie dough truffle recipe while I had the butter out and soft, but I forgot. Eh, I've got enough laundry to do.

I've had the "I've got a golden ticket" song from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory movie stuck in my head for the past couple hours but it never gets old singing the song to my brother while he rolls his eyes. He's going to miss me so much.