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1,000 Words worth: 2017-20

Today, To find out more click here. I live over there.  Across from where you all catch the train, in your suits and ties and fancy back packs with padded shoulder straps in every color of the rainbow.  Except the rainbow is brighter.  Your colors are a rainbow through dark grey clouds. I up there now, watching through the slits in the almost-closed Venetian blinds.  There. Above Cafe Rustica.  Look up. Or look down.  I left a message for you.  Right there under you feet. Every night, or should I say morning, cuz it’s sometime after 1:00 AM, John comes…

Impressed by a 10-year-old

You know what 10-year-old Ethan Laudick does for fun?  He creates  snacks.  His favorite cooking show is Alton Brown’s Cutthroat Kitchen.  Ethan’s Mom throws down challenges to Ethan and his friends by giving them 3-5 ingredients from her pantry and invites them to get creative.   Last year Ethan took second place at the future Chefs competition.  This year he took first place with this recipe? I had a lot of fun interviewing Ethan.  What an impressive boy!  (I’m impressed by his parents, too.). Read more and see photos here, where my story about him first appeared.

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock 2017-7

I’m mellowing into our new political climate.  Perhaps mellowing is too sedentary a word.  This weekend I began to see some plus sides.  I’m not one to use the phrase, “all things happen for a reason,” or even “it must be God’s plan.”  However, I can see that people can be energized toward good when they see the unsavory side of human nature, and we can do God’s will in the wake of tragedy.  I love our new environment stimulates so many people to demonstrate, boycott, listen, discuss, get involved in local government, etc.

Most of my sadness has abated and I can see sunshine in my days. I’m sure it helps that I literally see more sunshine and the days are getting longer, as well as warmer.

Here’s a few more things, in no particular order, that I am grateful for this Monday morning:

1,000 Words worth 2017-4

“Eugenia, you’re must get the kids on board,” Simon said, scurrying along the baseboard and squeezed under the sink. “I’m trying, but they’re hungry,” said Eugenia.  She rolled her eyes, but Simon missed it. She’d already turned her head toward her nursing litter and nuzzled her runt toward an empty teat. “We’re never getting out of here, if we don’t take a more systematic approach.” Simon stood on his hind legs and pulled a loose piece of veneer from the corner.  Simone, his first borne, his namesake, clambered onto his back and sank her teeth into a hirer piece of…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock #6

Sometimes Mother Nature forces us to stop.  A winter storm followed by a winter storm did that for me this weekend. I couldn’t make it to Mrs. Wrestler #2’s 40th birthday party, and I was still snowed in for Miss G’s Christmas concert.  I am blessed that the Mrs. called with all her Birthday excitement.  What a wonderful party she had: old friends and neighbors, family, students, and new friends.  The Mrs. lost her sister and her cousins in early adulthood. When asked if she feels depressed about turning 40, she tells people, “No!  I’m here.  I’m so lucky to…

Stop the Grandma Bashing

Here’s the ad that got me started: It’s not the only one out there.   What the heck?  First off, why is poor Grandpa excluded?  Isn’t it his house, too.  Or is he secretly tech-savvy, but Grandma forced his hep-ness into the closet? This ad is so 20th century. I know Great-grandmas who are can Tweet, Facebook, manage on-demand, Roku, Hulu, stream Amazon movies, and pause it all to make chocolate chip cookies. The read books on their Kindles and Nooks, and even (gasp) SnapChat.  My 87 year-old Mom is one of them. My Aunt Barbara, who is now profoundly…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock #5

Oh my, the day sped by today.  I’m busy cooking a roast with rice for supper as I begin this post.  Usually, I’m begin right after my Monday morning phone call to Mom.  Of course, she’s one of the blessings that I count every single day, not just on Monday.  How lucky I am to have such a wise a wonderful woman in my life.  And I grew up with her as my guide.  And guess what?  She likes me, too. Here are a few more things, in no particular order, for which I give thanks and gratitude: The first…

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