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Monday Missive – A Cautionary Tale

Hello good readers. It is the Monday before our American Thanksgiving, Donald Trump is still president and fighting the results of the election, and the virus is still raging. Unlike many Americans, we are staying home and trying to keep us and our extended family safe.

  • Let’s start with Thanksgiving – a day set aside to find thanks in all we are blessed to have in our lives. It is also a traditional time for families together together and enjoy a too-large meal and watch the Macy’s parade and some rival football games. We have not even decided what we are cooking yet.  We know it will not be a turkey. It is just too much food for the two of us. We are giving thanks for our health and the health of those we know and love, but most other traditions will be set aside until there is an effective vaccine available to the general population.
  • The family Christmas tree. This weekend is normally the time we embark on a trip into the mountains to select a Christmas tree. We normally go to a Christmas tree farm, select the perfect tree, enjoy a cup of hot cocoa or warm apple cider and then head home. We usually pick a tall tree because we have very high ceilings. This year we know that size tree is going to be selling for $250. It might be time to reconsider the size and location. Last year we took our great-niece with us to select our tree, but we will not do that this year.
  • Speaking of Christmas, we are doing all of our shopping online this year. Some we are having shipped directly to our grandchildren’s homes which means their parents get to wrap the gifts and put them under the tree. Wrapping gifts is one of the joyful but frustrating tasks!  It does not look like we will be gathering for Christmas either.
  • The virus. When will people learn? How long until our healthcare system crumbles? No one is listening to the workers who have been going at this pace for 9 months. I cannot imagine their state of mind. I never thought ignorance was so rampant.
  • NaNoWriMo – I am behind now. Today will be spent writing and trying to catch up.
  • I found out via a community newsletter that one of my cousins passed away. We were not close once we all grew up and moved away but we were a close knit group growing up. Our family structure seemed to unravel with the deaths of our matriarchs. It made me sad just the same.
  • I have had a ‘crick’ in my neck for several days. Maybe from writing or bending over the jewelry bench. Advancing age has its challenges.
  • The highlight of my week has been the stream of videos from our three year old granddaughter. She is a hoot! Every morsel of life is new and exciting to her.
  • The election. Yes, we are still talking about it. There are enough bloggers writing excellent posts about it, so I will just say Jan 20th cannot get here soon enough.
  • So, with that, I close wishing a happy and healthy week for all of us – no matter the challenges.
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SoCS – Baby, It’s Cold Inside

Stream of Consciousness Saturday is brought to you every week by Linda Hill. Check out her blog for the rules and the contribution of other bloggers.

This week’s prompt:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last thing you put in your fridge.” Start your post with the last thing you put in your fridge. Let your mind wander from there. Enjoy!


It is dangerous for me to write before I have had my coffee, but maybe it is not too risky to write while I drink my coffee. And that, my friends, brings us to the prompt.

The last thing I put in the refrigerator was the creamer for my coffee. I love my morning coffee, but I am not a real coffee aficionado. Not like I imagine my ancestors and pioneers were. You know, when you might boil coffee in a blue swirl enamel coffee pot over a campfire – strong and hot and bitter. I think all my grandparents drank their coffee black.

No. Me, I’m a lightweight coffee drinker. Decaf coffee, Sugar In the Raw, and fat free cream! My ancestors would laugh me out of the family. But there are reasons that seem very logical to me for all of it. I blame some of it on my doctor. He suggests little or no caffeine and to lower the fat I consume in dairy products (that’s where most of the bad saturated fat lives). The sugar I will own because I like my coffee sweet, but I don’t like to use chemical sweeteners. Now I know sugar is bad, too, but it is part of this warm morning drug I partake in.

Yesterday I went out fairly early to pick up a few things I needed from the store. I stopped on the way back trying to find fat-free cream since we were running low. I could not find it anywhere and soon decided the risk of being out far outweighed the risk of drinking regular cream. I did manage to find low-fat cream, though. When I picked it up to what did my wandering eyes appear? Peppermint Mocha creamer! I checked the label. No saturated fat. (I was in a weakened state so I will admit to ignoring the chemical content of said creamer.) I popped it in my basket along with one carton of low-fat cream and headed home.

Once home, I told hubby I was making me a coffee – a Peppermint Mocha coffee – since I had only had one cup that morning. The temptation was too great for him. Peppermint Mocha is his favorite holiday coffee. He joined me.

Upon waking this morning I asked, “Well, are you?”

He knew exactly what I was asking.

“Not until the second cup.”

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Discovering Contemporary Writers and Poets

I am not as familiar with contemporary poets as I should be. I have been delving into poetry and prose more of late. I never professed to have a poet’s voice, but I do appreciate those that do.

This week I have been reading some of the work of Iain S. Thomas, a South African poet living in Cape Town.

He wrote a book earlier this year entitled What We Should Do When This Is Over to deal with his own anxiety about the pandemic and the mundane things he misses.

He may be best known for his collaborative work with photographer Jon Ellis entitled I Wrote This For You. I discovered he has a presence on Spotify and Facebook so I will be exploring more there.

In researching more of his work, I stumbled on this in Twitter and it spoke to me like nothing has in a very long time.  I hope you read it and it is impactful to you as it was to me.

BECAUSE WE ARE ALWAYS TEACHING OUR CHILDREN

If you have a favorite contemporary poet you enjoy, I would appreciate it if you would drop their name in the comments. I love expanding my horizons.

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It’s Been A While…A Small 2020 Update From My Little Bubble

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So happy to see my daughter update her blog with this Facebook post. I am so proud of her and her optimism. This year has not been easy on any of us and she and her family had a particularly difficult patch. To come out of it with a positive outlook is inspiring. I hope her words will resonate with you as they have with so many others. We may be divided politically, but we are all part of the same human race.

Two Moms And A Toddler

I know it’s been far too long since I’ve written a blog. My new job has been all too consuming and I am long overdue to give a full and complete update here and I promise I will do that.

I made a Facebook post today because my heart told me to and it seemed to resonate with so many people. My mom asked me to post it here so here goes. I promise to write more soon and fill you in on all the details soon but this should give you a good indicator of where I’m at.

I miss the blogging community so much and for now, I am writing every day but I am doing NaNowriMo – the National Novel Writing challenge that happens every November. Write 50,000 words in 30 days. Hopefully, when that’s over I’ll sit down and fill everyone in on what’s been happening…

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