Inspired by a coffeehouse in a semi-Non sequitur manner
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Matt is out of town so I made myself spinach salad and spiral mac n cheese. You bet I plated that! The salad has a homemade balsamic vinaigrette dressing because I didn't have any spinach salad dressing on hand. Well, I didn't want to take the risk that jar that said it expired in February might still be good.
Fortunately, Matt will be back tomorrow to cook us dinner so no more box dinner stuff!
I wrote this on another site:
Perhaps I'm too old for the reveal-all-confessional type of blogging but
reading claw marks lately makes
me want to start blogging again to at least expand upon the thoughts I wouldn't
otherwise write out in a Facebook post or vague tweet. A couple of years ago, I took the month of February off from
Facebook under the premise that the time I wasn't wasting on Facebook could be
channeled into other things. I blogged quite a bit, I read a few books, got out
a little, and generally tried to avoid looking at anything on there. It wasn't
perfect, by far. A fair amount of friends still use Facebook to communicate
about social events and general happenings, so I was out of the loop on all of
that, thus defeating part of my goal to be in better touch with hanging out
with them. Weird how that shit works. Ultimately, I think I want more conversation. The introvert
in me loves social media because it allows me form a complete thought and reply
A women in Rochester was at an Amvets Thrift shop where she bought a box of Christmas cards. When she got home, she realized there were other things in the box: business cards, photographs, a work ID card, and a love letter written from a husband to his wife on their 12th anniversary. The woman took a chance and sent the personal items to the address listed on the business cards with a note saying she hoped people at the address would know the people in the photographs and to let her know if they made it to the right place.
My grandmother in Buffalo received that bundle in the last week. The items had belonged to my grandfather who died in October. The pictures were of him at meetings with friends, spending time on a friend's boat in 2007, and one of him posing with me and my cousins on Easter Sunday in 1987.
My grandmother misses her husband of 61 years a great deal. She told my Aunt that she has been looking for a sign since October that he is where he's supposed to be …
We're on a mini-vaca in an area where they're experiencing forest fires (thanks asshole arsonist). It's an area that makes Clifton Hill in Niagara Falls, Ontario look rinky dinky. Holy cow. Pigeon Forge/Gatlinburg is no joke. Tomorrow we try to escape it and find some peace and nature in the (literally) Smoky Mountains.