Rooftops and deck wear a dusting of white this morning while other places not so far away got much more than a skift of snow yesterday. It is cold though. Shivery, toe-tingling cold. You know how a picture or a word or even a fragrance can stir a person’s memory. Yesterday the picture of an old-fashioned […]
Feb 19, 2015
Not What It Seems
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I woke up this morning expecting to see another clear day dawning, as yesterday was. Instead, the sky is pewter gray, snow still covers rooftops and lawns and, actually, the weather looks as if more snow is on the way. If a very red sunrise is any indication, the day will be wintry. Does anyone […]
Feb 18, 2015
Grandma Is a Mystery Writer
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I could have stopped with the title after the word “mystery” and probably my family would agree. What is it about writers of mysteries? Do we look suspicious because we look at people suspiciously? Do we see ulterior motives where there are none? Do we live a restless life of turning over rocks, peering into […]
Feb 12, 2015
A Wild and Rollicking Critique
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Another critique has come and gone. It was really good to see all the critters. I am convinced that the ladies known as the Cozy Critters are among the world’s most talented (and also have the best sense of humor). Helen brought a denim afghan which she had made. Each denim square was fringed and […]
Feb 10, 2015
Sticky and Astounding
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Remember I told you I’m taking a computer course? Yesterday, amazingly, I learned to do two things on my computer that are brand new to me. I realize that many of you knew how to put up sticky notes on your desk top and making mailing labels is old hat for you but not for […]
Feb 6, 2015
Philosophical Friday
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Is there a particular time of day when errant thoughts wander into your head and you start remembering and wondering and realizing there are lots and lots of things in this old world that you’ve only glimpsed? Or perhaps that you’ve not glimpsed at all but puzzled over? When the sun slips toward the western horizon […]
