Hurricane Ida is throwing a lot of wind our way.  It hasn’t rained much although it’s been overcast for days.  It did begin to rain a bit around 3 a.m. though.  How do I know this?  Because the pups wanted to go out.  Not a peep out of them all night until it began to rain.

     Hurricane Ida is feisty and makes me think of another Ida I knew.  She lived with us.  She had white hair, wore glasses, was under five feet tall, and was almost as round as she was tall.  Ida was a lively woman who loved to walk.  She could walk all of us grandkids into the ground on any given day.  She learned to do the twist when she was in her seventies.

     Oh, that woman could bake!  The cookie jar was always full and the house was scented with baked goods for as long as I can remember.  My baby sister loved peanut butter cookies and she often made them for her.  I loved her chocolate drop cookies, oatmeal and raisin, and Snickerdoodles.  She had a true weakness for chocolate, dark chocolate being her favorite.  I know she passed that obsession on to me.