It all started when McDonald’s was giving away those beanies. One of my kids was a manager at the local store and he got me my first moose. TFMoose rode shotgun in my car for years. In our little group, we each had our animal: pig, cow, penguin, crab. And that started this insanity. (more…)
This week is Thanksgiving. Last week, 12 days before Thanksgiving, my favorite radio station went wall-to-wall Christmas songs. (It’s not my favorite station right now.) One of the largest florists in the Twin Cities had a lighting ceremony last Saturday, two Saturdays before Thanksgiving. And on Monday, the little florist shop on the corner was all decked out for Christmas.
What happened to Thanksgiving? The only place that has had a blitz on for Thanksgiving is the Food Channel. The secret ingredient on The Iron Chef was turkey. Paula Dean told us about tur-duck-en. And Alton Brown told us about the thermodynamics of frying a perfect turkey. Where have all the cute little Pilgrim salt and pepper shakers and turkey-shaped platters gone?
I spent part of today cleaning out the refrigerator. That was a gruesome job. Every time I throw out what was once perfectly good food I flip back to the day when all I had in my house was a pound of cheese and two pounds of soda crackers until the next payday two weeks away. But that’s another story for another day about the kindness of friends.
As I was throwing out the jar of spaghetti sauce, I kept thinking about the small jars I used to be able to find in stores. I keep looking for them, but they are nowhere to be found. I got to thinking, “Where have all the small cans gone?” (more…)
Somewhere this week I heard the first of the “Baby Boomer” generation became eligible for Social Security and Medicare. I don’t know about other “Baby Boomers,” but I certainly don’t feel like I’m ready to curl up and fade away.
It’s Saturday morning. I want to sleep. It’s been a rough week and all I want is a few extra hours of rest. But Saturday morning is the day my neighbor upstairs cleans house. She doesn’t just clean house…she cleans house to music…very loud music with a heavy bass that throbs through the ceiling. I give up and join the community of noise pollution. I turn on the TV to cover up her noise while I wake up, have my coffee and write. (more…)
