Gingerbread Cookies & The Mandela Effect

Today was a slow day. I’m tired. I’m looking forward to the new year. Christmas at least gets me through part of the winter…and New Years…and then there’s the fresh start, new planners, new plans, new confidence, new delusions about sticking to my healthy diet (ket0) and being more productive and accomplishing everything I believe I’m capable of at the beginning of the year. As if by some mysterious increase of a four-digit number, a new year is going to make me more capable of doing things I think I can.

This evening a former tenant is dropping by to bring us a few of his mother’s homemade gingerbread cookies. He bought her a Betty Crocker Cookbook (probably the same one my mother used to have) and that inspired her to make gingerbread cookies. I love his mother’s gingerbread cookies because they taste exactly like the ones my Aunt Fanny used to make. She also used to use a Betty Crocker cookbook. A few years ago when I first tasted his mother’s cookies, it instantly took me back to my childhood. It was the first time anyone had ever recreated that exact same taste.

Over the years food has changed its taste. Pesticides have changed, fillers and flavor enhancers (MSG) and other preservatives have been added to food, and things are not the same at all. So, it was so nice to have one thing that tasted exactly the same.

I could make cookies myself except I still haven’t gotten around to scraping the little bit of wax out of the bottom of the oven yet from a never-to-be-named disaster.

I still have a few small things I worry about. Mainly about whether or not I’m capable of starting up and manning my very own corporation, and whether or not I’m competant enough to keep on top of all the mandatory things that will need to be done in running a company. There is a lot of fear there.

I also check on my coffeeateleven.com domain every few days to see if there are any offers on it. So far, none. So, meanwhile, I will create a fictional coffee shop called Coffee At Eleven for my next novel. May as well.

My cat had a good Christmas lol. He got some squeaky toys and a mouse and a fish that you can put treats in for him, and most importantly, he got a box. Which he loves more than anything and prefers it over his expensive (by comparison to a box!) cozy bed. He liked it until he got a box.

So, I guess the rest of my evening will be eating two gingerbread cookies and watching Season 2 of The Office for the millionth time.

I tend to rewatch the shows I like over and over because I don’t like surprises. I like to know what to expect and so when I watch Lost, or The Office, or The Good Place, there is something comforting about knowing exactly how everything is going to turn out.

In other news (I know I’m rambling) I’ve been thinking about the Mandela Effect a bit lately, whether it’s real or misremembered memories by a uniform mass of people, or whether it is a test to see how easy it is to erase history. I mean, why on earth would Fruit of the Loom want to lie about whether or not their logo had a cornucopia on it or not? (Seriously it used to!). So, although I am not on board with the whole “jumping timelines” kind of thing, what IF deja vu is when two different timelines are converging and an idea moment to switch timelines?? Again, this is science fiction and I’m going to explore that in a future novel I think.

Okay, enough rambling. Still Merry Christmas everyone!