semi-random flotsam
Our family celebrates the holiday on Christmas morning, but we do our family party and feast of nibbles on Christmas Eve.
So that’s what I’m prepping for today.
Whatever you have planned for this day, I pray it’s joyful, and also safe and healthy.
God bless you, and keep you.
I haven’t said much about the Virtual African Loop in a while. Even my mom noticed: no invitations to try new foods??
Continue reading “Still at it”This edition brought to you, apparently, by the letter P.
Peeps
Second hand knowledge, but promising: you can roast the Easter candy Peeps. I am opposed to Continue reading “Things I’ve learned”
Today my parents are celebrating their 45th wedding anniversary. A few days ago my sister and brother-in-law celebrated their (I want to say) 15th. And in a few days, two of my best friends are celebrating their 25th. Continue reading “A is for Anniversary”
For the long weekend I’m at my parents’ house, helping with the setup and manning of a yard sale.
Continue reading “D is for the Deals”
The night before my friends came to dinner, I dreamed.
I dreamed that I was back with my ex. When I woke — angry both at him and at myself and not sure which of us more so — it took me a moment to relax into the knowledge that it was just a dream.
That we didn’t reconcile or get remarried to each other. Continue reading “D is for Dreams”
Yesterday I had friends over for dinner. Lunch. An expansive midday meal. Call it what you will.
I will call it a blessing.
It was just 5 of us: Continue reading “D is for Dinner”
April’s posts stretched from C to shining C.
But alas, Continue reading “C is for Calendar”
Instead of wearing the omnipresent boots (they rub against my boo-boos), today I am wearing regular heels.
Which is to say, I’m wearing heels that I don’t wear every day of my life.
Which is to say, I’m more than a little wary of what can go wrong when heels meet stairs. Continue reading “C is for Caution”
Severe contusions. Big, bold, rainbow-colored contusions, that don’t particularly like to be touched. Or brushed against. Or leaned on.
Which is better, by far, than having to report that C is for cracked. Or maybe even crutches. Continue reading “C is for Contusion. And Cold Compresses.”
aka gringita 