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Category: Holidays
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Definitely the days. They dwindle. I dawdle. Another 365-er over. Loose leaf gray skies. Chilly wind and crackly grass. Everything tastes of peppermint unless there is rum in the cupboard. These are the gifts that give December its woozy one-two punch. For a limited time only: Fried Icicle Lights and Chocolate Covered Holly.
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Sara refuses to reuse bags, bottles, jars, twist ties, aluminum roasting pans and pie tins. The list goes on, actually. These handful of items are just the ones Sara was going to toss today until I intercepted the bounty. It's Christmas, for crying out loud. Some of those bags are plain, brown grocery type with…
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What is it I see?Forget the sickly green beans.Drumstick and roll, please.
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Over fed, flushed, bloated. Juanita fumbled with buttons beneath the crocheted tablecloth and sighed as she freed her belly from stretchless denim. Each year she vowed to wear a high-waisted dress, Regency-like, though second hand maternity would do just as well. Next year, for sure. Then she could eat and drink while a loose, billowy…
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Lynda shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she listened to a tinny rendition of "Angels We Have Heard on High" coming out of a battery operated tree topper wedged among the magazines at the checkout line. It was a really long line and an even more annoying song that played over…
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Can't think of a better way to celebrate the season. Buy nearby. Eat local. Drink at home (but not alone.) Stuff I like at this time of year are dates, cranberries, Key limes, and juicy Ruby Reds. Seems like an ingredient list for an exotic side dish that'd have to fight for space on the…
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too much noisenot the right kind of stimulipatience is in short supplyit gets pulled/punched/stretched/snappedlittle things become big dealswhen the permission slip is signed Hold up… Turn down the volume = no more noise.Not everyone's story needs to be heard. Practice gratitude when you're not in the mood.The small stuff is what days are made…
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Pay attention to the blurriness that poses as windblown litter. Leaves kick up a fuss but there's a familiar hand behind it all. This time of year is thin and wispy, the perfect conditions for old friends to drop by. They may sit quietly in the corner, or howl on the doorstep at 2:00 in…
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The Big Box Mega Retailer around the corner tells me it's time for flocked trees and frosted windowpanes. I say: "Give me my slice of pumpkin pie and a cranberry cosmopolitan first!" The only place I want to see frost right now, on an 80 degree F/27 C October Tuesday, is on a mug of…
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Blight ruined a select-a-gourd-Sunday down at the old pumpkin patch. Ugly and bumpy, white and turban-like, and smooth orangey orbs were on display for the picking. The pumpkin that screamed "Take me home with you!" was infected with splotches of spongy mold. Poor thing. I can understand, but I couldn't get the image of pie topped…
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