Pithy, trite, boring, and pensive. Favorite sayings can, by turn, be all of this, especially if they are endlessly repeated as a sort of tagline on everything a person utters. "It just goes to show..." was one that a friend endlessly noted, even when it made no sense. But they can be powerful reminders of …
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Plot Lines -For Stream of Consciousness Saturday!
It's simple, logical, and works.
Pumpkin Finale
The last pumpkin from the garden has been baked, skinned, and is awaiting the food processor to be pureed. Then into a batter, for a hopefully not bitter batter with a bit of butter. Mixed, put in the oven, I hope to transform that final pumpkin into a pleasant pumpkin bread as its final foray.
Simple
K.I.S.S , Keep It Simple, Stupid!
Crumbs of a Life-Stream of Consciousness Saturday
A friend and I stopped into a bakeshop cum coffee emporium the other day. The coffee was so so, but the crumb cake was unbelievable. It was almost as good as what we used to get at that little bakery on Charles Street in Boston. Then the conversation started, and the subject turned once again …
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Snap! – Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Chip carving is an ancient and elegant style of carving. It's also, in my opinion, one of the easiest entry points for beginners to learn how to carve.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday – November 1, 2005
planning pays huge dividends
Stream of Consiousness Saturday – Add a Log
At the beginning of every fall, there is a specific ritual for the lighting of the woodstove. It's comfort rather than necessity. And the fire is laid carefully, almost hesitantly. Like I'd forgotten how it's done in the few months between May and October. But by the end of the month, there is a routine …
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Jokester
They were tiny hulls, hand-carved with small masts and yards—little clippers, frigates, and schooners. My father-in-law, the Cap'n, laughed and said they were toys. My first wife smiled adoringly at her father. Only my mother-in-law picked one up, held it under the light, and smiled encouragingly. But she said nothing. She never disagreed with her …
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