That’s how the old saying goes – and I’m sure we can all relate. Recently, it’s been the situation with my glasses.
The cafe was rural. The talk was “cornversation.” The breakfast special was cream of what. I attended a Loafers’ Club Meeting in Salina, Kansas.
Bottled applesauce compared to hot, freshly cooked applesauce is hardly the same thing. When sprinkled lightly with cinnamon and sugar —or just a bit of cinnamon — spoons full of hot applesauce are akin to eating a freshly baked apple pie,
She cares for her little one, making sure the baby is dry, safe and comforted. She feeds her child and tends to him or her, no matter what time of day or night.
A long time ago, I heard on MPR (Minnesota Public Radio) one of the selections in its occasional series, which I think was titled “This I Believe.” This entry that really touched me, and I am sure others, was titled “Always Go to the Funeral.”
People in large cities or on the coasts sometimes call our middle portion of the United States “fly-over country.”
I spent a few months in a hospital as a youngster. Someone gave me a Tweety Bird figure. I’m sad that I don’t remember who gave it to me. It was my favorite toy while I was hospitalized.
There’s something very important that you can’t find, even though you’ve searched everywhere — beneath your bed, inside your closet, in your car seat, behind the sofa. It’s not in the kitchen, in the bathroom or the car. You don’t know what to do.
At first, when we were working on the place we just sold, we camped out in the campground in town because there was a bathroom and shower. After we got running water in the house, we camped on the lawn next to the house, and eventually we were able to camp inside.
Indulge me as I vent about my “purr-fect” babies and their not-so-perfect behavior. I’m not sure what’s gotten into Alice and Jasper lately, but they’ve surely been more mischievous lately and the evidence is quite apparent when one walks into my house.
In recent columns I’ve written about experiences I’ve had this late summer and early fall that have been revitalizing.
People pierce all kinds of body parts and that’s OK. They own them. Growing up, I knew men who’d had body piercing done. None of it intentionally. I've never wanted to have body piercings. I have enough holes to go around.
I purchased an electric skillet to use for cooking samples in at the farmers market. I was amazed to discover that, unplugged, it can be tucked in the dishwasher for cleaning.