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Violet Unicorn Jelly
The best way to pick wild violets is sitting in the grass with a granddaughter on a sunny Sunday morning. The best reason to pick wild violets is to make violet jelly. And the best thing to do with violet jelly is to have a fairy tea party with lady finger sandwiches. So far, I Continue reading
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Three Things I Would Bottle
Three things I wish I could bottle for later: summer sunshine, the restorative powers of vacation sleep, and the energy of a child. Probably in that order. I crave sunlight. I love sleep. And with every passing year, it takes more energy than I naturally have to carry me through the day. I don’t want Continue reading
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I Took My a Grandson to a Peep Show
Yes, I did. I took my 8 year old grandson to a Peep Show. I can’t think of a better way to spend Easter Monday. Two floors of the Carroll Arts Center in Westminster were devoted to creations made of marshmallow Peeps. (For those of you dear readers who live on the other side of Continue reading
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The Pedometer Contest
Oh, the tyranny of a tiny purple belt attachment. The health care provider at work was so kind as to give each plan participant a pedometer recently. They also are sponsoring a contest to encourage us to be more active, become more healthy, and thereby cost the plan less to maintain us. I see their Continue reading
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Hip chronicles: The bionic woman vs. the athletes
Here’s a little quiz. You will know my correct answers by the end of this post. 1. What does IT stand for? a. information technology b. iliotibial band c. idiot teenager 2. What does TFL stand for? a. texting as a foreign language b. Tahitian Football League c. tensor fascia latae 3. What does GM stand Continue reading
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Musings while medicated…
It’s been over a week since I traded in my last original hip for a new sleeker model. Not that anyone but an airport security officer can tell. I don’t think I weigh any less. I’m still wearing the same size pants. However, for those who have observed my gimpy gait since I got the Continue reading
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At least I’m not pregnant
Q: What does a pregnant daughter have in common with her mother who is getting a hip replacement? A: Physical limitations, lack of sleep, pathetic body image, and an overwhelming desire to go through torturous pain in order to be done with this! Monday morning, bright and early, I head to the hospital to get Continue reading
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Marching into spring…with my rake
Last week the clock said to spring forward, but there is nothing about getting up an hour earlier that gets me springing anywhere. However, an extra hour of daylight in the afternoon was a good enticement to spring home from work, grab a rake, and head out into the garden. I love to rake. It makes Continue reading
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Heigh ho! Oh no! It’s back to work I go!
When the buzzards start circling, it’s a pretty good sign to get up and show some signs of life. I’m not referring to colleagues trying to take over my job. (Like they would want it.) I’m being literal. Pneumonia-stricken Shelley and I were catching sunbeams on the Café Maywood porch one balmy day this past week Continue reading
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Convalescence, The Invalid Wife, and Emerging Bees
I’m convalescing these days. Convalescence is a great word, although we hardly use it anymore. It conjures up images of sickly people bundled up in thick blankets and wheeled outside for a bit of sun. Or rich sickly people doing the same thing on deck chairs of a cruise ship circa 1923. To my stressed-out co-workers it means I’m taking the winter off. Continue reading
Slightly Off the Grid 