It had been a long day, Monday.
I'm Just Saying
When I was a child my mother on a few occasions purchased an Advent calendar from our church’s tiny ‘gift shop’ with proceeds going to charitable concerns.
We bought a tree quite early this year as there has been a shortage of trees of late (owing, I was told, to the recession 12 years ago when many tree farmers went bust and, therefore, far fewer fraser firs were planted).
Tucked up with a coffee in hand and the heater blasting in my truck, what better atmosphere than to listen to a bit of Christmas music, I thought, as I pulled into the feed store for my weekly equine grocery shop.
Yes, the holidays are upon us and people everywhere have been gouging and scratching each other out of the way to snag the best deal as they prepare to celebrate the birth of The Prince of Peace.
We’ve arrived at our uniquely American holiday, Thanksgiving, once again, and I think it’s fair to say that if you’re not feeling particularly thankful this year, that’s alright.
Sit down, put your feet up and have a cathead biscuit with some pepper jelly on it.
If you know anything about me, or have regularly read this column over the years, you’ll know that if there’s one thing that drives me batty it is holiday merchandise arriving in the shops by the first of September.
As I peck at my keyboard, the election hasn’t been officially decided.
The President’s declaration of victory and his request in the wee hours that votes no longer be counted has gone unheeded as weary poll workers continue to slog through the democratic process.
I am certainly not the first person who has left the dentist’s office with the unsettling feeling of numbness in the mouth, finding it difficult to smile evenly or not inadvertently bite the tongue.
This is how tall I am: I can do hamstring stretches by flopping one leg straight across the kitchen island while standing with ease on the other leg and leaning forward to grab my calf.