Yesterday, it rained, just a hint of ice in the rain. This morning, the temperature is above freezing. We still have a chance for snow tonight and tomorrow. Will it happen? Only The Shadow knows. (heh). For those of you who think the holidays have driven me a bit barmy, The Shadow was an old-time […]
Dec 31, 2018
On a Damp, Dark Morning as the Year Fades
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This is a damp, dark morning as the year fades into memory. Do you ever wake up in the morning with a song on your mind for no apparent reason? This morning, I woke up with You’ll Never Know, a 1943 song, running through my head. It’s a very pretty love song, but what that […]
Dec 30, 2018
The Ghosts of Christmas Past
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Christmas 2018 is past; not even a trace remains–except, of course, the memories and the gifts. The tree is down, ornaments are boxed away. As Matt tackled the complex world of Word Press on my computer and got it back into its old, familiar, much more user-friendly format, Nathan and I took boxes to […]
Dec 29, 2018
A Satisfying Cup of Memories
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The Christmas tree, decorations, Santa gourds, Christmas candles, are all packed away. Some people leave everything up until January 6, Twelfth Night, but I’ve never done that. When another year rolls around, I like to have the old year snugly put away. This was a wonderful Christmas, a time of being with my family. I […]
Dec 28, 2018
Listening In on Mr. and Mrs. Claus
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Mrs. Claus: Are you feeling better, Dear? How about a nice, hot cup of coffee? Santa (throwing back the quilts and rolling out of bed): Just what I need. The trip was hard this year. Mrs. Claus: Did the reindeer behave? Was the sleigh over-loaded? Did you face a head-wind? Santa: Yes, no, and no. […]
Dec 22, 2018
When a Cat Comes Calling
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I have a soft spot in my heart for Manx cats. My mother’s cat, Boxcar, was a Manx. Boxcar had only one litter of kittens in her entire life, two little Siamese and a tiny runt, born a whole day after the first two. The little guy was a Manx and looked just like her. […]
