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Wednesday, December 13, 2017

That Note to Myself

Yesterday while at The Center’s reception desk, I had a sudden idea for a Blogit post. I jotted down a few words and tucked the note into??? as the phone rang. There are several possibilities where I could have put the note: my coat pocket, the purse which was also hanging nearby, or the bag of hats... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017


When you’re a kid, say seven years of age or so, you think everything is your fault. For instance someone does something mean or unfair and you say or think they should drop dead. Later on, when they do because it’s their time or they’ve done something stupid, you think somehow it happened because... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, December 11, 2017

About Santa: Lying to the Children

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.

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