Wisdom and whimsy in moderate doses
There are some Thanksgiving-related traditions that I just don’t understand. The main one: Putting food inside the turkey to cook it. Turducken? Why? Turbaconducken? Why? Even in-the-bird stuffing — why? (I’m one of those people who doesn’t really like her food to touch on her plate, either.) Other Thanksgiving traditions I do not like: Bickering… Continue reading 2 tablespoons floor
There’s a bear in my freezer. (Not that Bear.) At Bueker Middle School, we chose electives in the sixth and seventh grade. This is where I learned to play poker — in a “games” class. (I also learned chess. I do not play either very well.) I took the home economics class in the sixth… Continue reading The bear in the freezer
I spent the weekend at my mother’s. Which means I spent two nights fighting two Rottweilers for space in a small bed. Lucky for me, Valerie and Missy like to snuggle (although not with each other). Unlucky for me, they’re each about 65 pounds of snoring, kicking, farting, spoiled dog. It was nice to get… Continue reading Let sleeping dogs snore
The Valley Morning Star in Harlingen, Texas, wrote a story about my grandfather! There’s a photo, too. (I’m trying to get a copy of it.) I added the links — force of habit. Besides, how many of you have an 81-year-old grandfather with a Web site? Valuable service: Woody Spillman Apartment manager goes extra mile… Continue reading Granddad featured in ‘Slice of Life’ story
Cooler weather means two things: It’s time to make a pot of chili (done) and get crafty. I crochet. Or I used to; I haven’t made anything for a few years. I’ve already finished a blanket I started a couple of years ago, and started another. It’s something of a family tradition, I suppose, although… Continue reading Step away from the yarn