Random 5 for November 10 – Winter, weirdness, pumpkins, nature, holidays

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It’s here – We had our first killing frost this week. My hoodie wasn’t warm enough for a quick errand. My fall jackets weren’t either. *bangs head on table* Time to bring out the warm stuff. Before you know it, … Continue reading

The grandkids are coming!

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The granddaughters are coming next week. They live in Denver and it’s the annual pilgrimage east to see the old folks (yes that’s the beloved husband and me). We look forward to it and it’s always interesting (and exhausting). When … Continue reading

Hoodie explosion!

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When I envisioned aging from a young age, I thought about wrinkles (as if that’s the worst part!). As I got older I realized there were other things that would happen – reduction in income, impossible to diagnose aches and … Continue reading

Those smoke detectors again!

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Dammit! It happened again. I have written several posts about the dog gone smoke alarms going off in the middle of the night. It’s terrifying. There has never been a fire. Sometimes we get the rhythmic beeping (or throbbing) that … Continue reading

Changes, they are a coming whether we want them or not!

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I always embraced change. Mostly it’s good. Who doesn’t like microwaves and (oh my gosh!) google. Phones that aren’t tethered to the wall. Much as we complain, change is good. This week I was reflecting on changes that made me … Continue reading

Sassy cats – The reunion as remembered by the cats

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Author’s note: We hosted a family reunion this past weekend. The cats were not happy about the change in routine, sticky people and delays in dinner. Here are their thoughts. Sasha: I am Sasha, prima ballerina and in charge of … Continue reading

This year’s reunion story

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It’s not tragic, sad or over the top. I have a cooking disorder. It’s called “I can’t remember $h** when I’m cooking.” My mother had it too in her later life. I didn’t understand it until I got to that … Continue reading