Thoughts On Travel, Books, And Life
This morning I was rearranging a few things in the refrigerator when I came across some summer sausage that we had received as part of a Christmas package from relatives in Wisconsin. (The term “summer sausage” comes from the method Continue reading “Comfort Food”
It’s easy to take gifts for granted, especially at this time of the year when we receive so many. But at least one this holiday season we cannot take for granted at our house – a jar of Annapurna’s jam. Continue reading “Annapurna’s Special Jam”
As I was setting out some Christmas decorations this past weekend, I started thinking about the oldest one I owned. It happens to be this Christmas tree, which is celebrating its 55th birthday this season.
When it is plugged in, Continue reading “Oh, Christmas Tree”
To solve the mystery of what this old-time contraption is,
I need to show you its inside.
Does this help? Any ideas? As you can see, there is a tray that slides in and out. There are also six round spaces in the tray. If you are ready for Continue reading “What Is It? – The Answer”
We’ve all had a lot of stress lately. Today’s blog post is merely a guessing game for fun . I’ll give you some clues and in the next blog post I’ll give you the answer with some extra info.
To give you some background, Tom and his brother Stan recently held a yard sale to dispose of items that my father-in-law had acquired at other Southern California yard sales through the years. My father-in-law often purchased things that were unique. What I am posting a picture of is something that was found at his place. Continue reading “What Is It?”
This morning I realized how much neighborhood noises affect me. I especially notice certain cars, lawnmowers, dogs, and the mail truck. Of those, the mail truck is the most unpredictable one, arriving at any time these days.
The most captivating sounds, though, are those coming from the house next door. For lack of a better name, Tom and I refer to it as The Rehab House. We notice when the house is full of newcomers, just starting on the rehab path, and when it is empty after each group “graduates.” Even with our windows closed, we can hear them.
As early as 5:30 am, Continue reading “The House Next Door”