Category: New Years

Waffle Henley

Given my recent track record, this will be the last post of the year. The final wrap-up and farewell to two-thousand-and-eighteen. What to say? What to say? My first thought. Whatever happened to the Nutter Butter Wafers? Not the cookies shaped like a peanut shell, the square ones with the yummy whipped peanut butter filling.…

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Puffy Sleeves

  I woke up on the first day of the new year wondering what it says about me that I can’t choose a Hogwarts house? Not kidding. I was in beautiful Telluride with my family, and on the last night of the year, I read an interview in a magazine. Upon questioning, the interviewee exclaimed,…

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Tumble

  It’s been windy all day, really windy. I think the wind is mother nature’s voice. Most of the time she takes it, she’s silent, occasionally she rains, but there are times she needs to speak. Let it out. Wind is the way she puts us all in our place. When things are blowing around and…

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Fringe

I need to cut down on the commas and take a break from the incomplete sentences. I don’t normally have a lot of rules for this blog, but enough is enough. As the new year gets rolling, I’ve looked back at some of my 2014 posts.  Usually, I write what comes to mind and then it’s gone.  I…

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Tights

I’m in a bad mood. First day of a new year and I’m crabby already.  Not a good sign at all.  Maybe it’s holiday let down, maybe it’s the pressure of a new year, maybe it’s a sign this will be the worst year yet. No one ever says that coming out of the gate,…

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Layers

Albert Einstein said, “Out of clutter, find simplicity.  From discord, find harmony. In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.” Michael always says, “There is a yin and a yang for everything.  You can’t have good without bad, we’d never appreciate the good or even recognize it.” I’m certainly not comparing Michael to Einstein.  Although they…

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Wrinkled

The last few days of the year always feel like the back pages of a notebook. The are still useable, but there isn’t enough room to start a project or even write a full chapter.  It’s the end, time to wrap things up.  I often use this time to look back over the previous pages,…

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Patched Knees

I’ve always loved a new year…well, a new anything for that matter.  When I was in school I loved new notebooks or new school clothes.  As I get older I love new cars or a new purse…I really love a new purse.  All opportunities to get rid of the old stains or used pages. New…

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