Monday, December 11, 2017
At some point I decided to tell my children that Santa Claus was a story, a myth about Christmas, but that there was no one really watching their every move or keeping a list of naughty or nice. They were four or five when I clued them in, careful to warn them not to share this grown-up knowledge... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, December 10, 2017
My Grinch Hat
I learned to make a Santa Hat – crocheted of course – with the long floppy peak that folds over and a small white crocheted rose for the puff ball at the end. Then I made one in Grinch green, not quite so long, but with the white tip and white lower edge. Trouble was, I couldn’t figure out how to... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, December 9, 2017
Kid Stuff
Got to thinking about a conversation I had with a six-year-old neighbor kid. There must have been something on TV that triggered the memory about a moment from more than 60 years ago, the summer I was pregnant with my first child. It was 1956, in another town in Illinois. I was living in that little... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, December 8, 2017
Londonderry Air: AKA "Danny Boy"
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer’s gone, and all the roses falling, It’s you, it’s you must go and I must bide. Woke up with the tune and words to this old song echoing in my memory. I was about eight or nine the time my... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, December 7, 2017
Hot Soup and Cold Potato Salad
I love my slow-cooker crockpot – and yesterday early in the morning I put together frozen (thawed in the microwave) and canned veggies, some left-over chicken, broth and a package of Knorr’s Spring Vegetable soup mix and turned it on. I boiled three eggs and nuked two small potatoes, chopped celery... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
"On The Road" again, maybe
Cold Little House on The Prairie We’ve had a cold snap here in Beautiful Downtown Mundane. Our 72 degree high with sunshine on Saturday turned to scudding clouds and windy conditions by Monday – during which time I managed to line up six big paper bags of leaves along the curb. But the wind had its... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, December 5, 2017
"Now is the winter of our discontent,"
I don't think truer lines were never written. "Discontent" certainly puts a finger on the mood that prevails here in drab downtown Mundane. I was out raking at the vast carpet of leaves that has overwhelmed the postman's footpath, the gravel driveway, the breadth and depth of any flat surface. It... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, December 1, 2017
Apologies to My Blogit Friends
Most days I am a lazy slug, sitting in the La-Z-Boy, watching the news, my soap opera, the judge somebody shows. I do have a crochet hook in my hand (it’s either that or a cookie), and there is an inventory of a couple hundred hats, scarves, doo-dads & thing-a-ma-bobs to show for it. I sometimes... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, November 30, 2017
Wednesday
I thought I’d get a bit organized starting with the magazine file boxes of old issues of Writer’s Digest. I read each issue when it arrived and tucked it in the file box, not always faithful to the filing. So there are gaps – 2013 is somewhere else or tossed – but there are 2012, 14, 15, 16 and 17.... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
Homesick? Invisible?
Not many folks had shown up at The Center on Tuesday, and the phone had been quiet. The kitchen gals had finished their set-ups the coffee was on, and they’d settled in for a round of Pinochle just about the time the phone call came in. Lady with a question. Calling from her apartment at Stillwater,... Sign in to see full entry.