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Tuesday, January 2, 2018

COLD SPELL

It is probably no surprise to anyone on Blogit that we’re having a cold spell here in beautiful downtown Mundane. Minus zero temps have not been a thing here for at least four years, and there’s been a rash of broken water lines in the St. Louis area, chill factors way below zero. Today our low temp... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 1, 2018

THE NEIGHBORS, Part 4

After the Sweeten family moved, a new guy bought the house. He was an avid gardener and spent his time after work and on weekends creating flower beds. He raised gladiolas, prize-winning name-brand roses, and when winter passed, his sidewalk and flower beds were a mass of daffodils. In fact it was... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 31, 2017

THE NEIGHBORS, Part 3

After Grandma Wheat passed away, the new householders were the Sweeten family. Tim and Marcie were the young parents of four kids, the oldest a boy named Matt, and three stair-step sisters, Julie, Esther and an adorable toddler, Alyse. The family attended the LDS church faithfully; the mother and... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 30, 2017

THE NEIGHBORS, part 2

Next door to Walter lived the Rice family – Margaret and Ray. Like Walter and Amanda, they’d lived in the neighborhood for more than 50 years. Ray had heart problems after retirement, and wasn’t allowed to do much, so he spent a good portion of his days on the front porch swing. He’d greet passers... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 29, 2017

THE NEIGHBORS, part 1

Once upon a time I lived in a historic neighborhood, one that had as many oldsters as youngsters. Fang and I moved there when we’d been married about five years. We both worked at SIUe - he in the printing service and I in the purchasing department, which were at the time housed in the Wagner... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

SOMETHING SCRIBBLED IN AN OLD NOTEBOOK

The Poet Reads Damned once by faint praise her return is made cautiously, she waits just outside the circle, barely illuminated by the firelight. The poet is tempted to run again and hide but there is something calling: a truth - personal - perhaps universal: perhaps a clue for the one rather than... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

MOTHER NATURE’S ASSIST

We’re in the midst (perhaps not the middle) of a cold snap. This is the biggest chill we’ve had since ’15, as the winter of 2016 was perhaps the mildest in memory – very little snow – didn’t even put my boots on once. Nice to have no ice to scrape from the car or slick spots underfoot. Makes today’s... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

HAPPY MONDAY

I had dinner ready right around 12:30, and half of my guests arrived a few minutes later – bringing a cheese ball, which was totally unnecessary as I had already prepared a dip for chips and crackers… The turkey in the crockpot had filled the house with a yummy fragrance, the potatoes, stuffing,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, December 25, 2017

AMBROSIA FOR BREAKFAST

Y’ don’t always have time to cook a real breakfast on a holiday morning when there is so much prep work to do for the big mid-day meal. Such is the case this morning, as the stuffing rests in the fridge waiting its turn in the oven, the potatoes and onions, etc. are in need of assembling into the... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 24, 2017

USPS –

Got a Christmas card yesterday. Return address “Post Office.” Inside was a card signed by half a dozen postal workers, saying thanks for the hats. I’d had a last minute and probably late greeting to send to my sis Rose, and grabbed a dozen hats from “inventory” in the back room before I left. The... Sign in to see full entry.

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