The little shed in the yard was our secret hideout. The best thing was when mom gave us big slices of homemade bread with butter and cinnamon sugar on top. We took it to the secret hideout where we could plot adventures and share secrets.
The hideout was full of shovels and hoes and things. I thought it would be fun to use them to plant peas. (Mom said it was time to plant the peas.) Nathan wanted to play with the water guns. We decided to do both, but peas first!
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Growing up an only child, turning into a introvert as an adult, being home alone for extended periods of time is no big deal for me. But in this time of a national health scare, many people are trying it out for the first time. Or maybe they are home with family and it’s not as much fun as they’d hope.
I go for walks, play Words with Friends, listen to audio books, watch TV. Sometimes I even clean the house. The days are full, not empty. I hope you feel the same way.
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Terrible bowlers, we were. We got together to throw heavy balls toward the pins in hopes of hitting one or two. Sometimes we did. Often we did not. But we sang with the loud music, drank a pitcher of beer, learned the two step while waiting our turn at the lane, and had fun anyway. The high scorer made about 78 points. It was a great night!
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The Meals on Wheels lady called out, “Hey, Sweetheart,” when she knocked on the door. Then she’d come on in without waiting because she knew how hard it was for me to open the door. She’d talk about the food she brought, the weather that day. She’d hold my hand and pat my back. She’d smile and make me smile. Then she was gone. But the food always tasted like sunshine after she left.
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I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a little sunshine on my shoulders. The days are getting longer and I’m getting itchy for spring. Are the daffodils coming up yet? Is it time to trim the rose bush? Those are spring thoughts. When you have those thoughts while its below freezing outside its time for a change of seasons.
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When I asked her to lunch I had a list of seven things I wanted to bring to her attention. It was our first business meeting – a tentative exploration of whether or not we would become partners in a new venture.
We never got past item one on my agenda. We ended up talking about ourselves for almost two hours. When she hugged me goodbye, I wasn’t sure about the business idea, but I was pretty sure I was in love.
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My town’s little library had a children’s section where I devoured books like The Bobbsey Twins and biographies of famous people like Buffalo Bill and Annie Oakley. Somehow I moved from there to the adult section where I started reading completely inappropriate books I seldom understood. I skipped all the great children’s stories like “The Secret Garden” and “Little Women” until I was an adult reading to children.
A self-made education is a spotty thing.
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My love for the commuter train from my small burg into the city depends on only one thing. Who sits next to me. I can have a beautiful ride into work if I’m not assailed with strange smells or someone who takes up more than their share of the seating. People who fall asleep and lean on me are the worst. People who are polite and quiet are the best.
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What’s your policy on leftovers? Do you try to farm it all out to your guests? Do you stash it away and eat the same thing over and over again for a week? Do you have clever ways to make leftovers look like something new? Ahh, it’s turkey enchiladas tonight! Surprise! Or maybe you stick in the freezer and then toss it out a few months later. What happens to all the leftover food we think we need to have a holiday feast?
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