Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Food and Drink
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"To live is so startling, it leaves little time for anything else." (Emily Dickinson) Something was in the air this morning – maybe some kind of charge leftover from the thunderstorm that sprinted through before dawn. Or maybe it just spruced everything up, like a good spring cleaning. It felt…invigorating…energizing…like I should be celebrating something! Even Charly…
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I am such a creature of habit…routines…well-worn ruts. For instance, every morning, Monday through Friday, I wake up around 5am (my body, that is…my mind joins it about a half hour later.) I get the coffee going, turn on the computer, eat breakfast. Always the same thing – coffee, a glass of milk, and a slice…
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…you have redeemed the world. Kendall and I slipped into a back row during the second station – a little late, but not too much. Tommy had called, delaying me leaving the house. It's hard to say goodbye to a son you rarely see. But I hadn't attended Stations of the Cross yet this Lenten season…
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Corned beef, potatoes, cabbage and carrots…Irish soda bread and pistachio cheesecake…St. Brendan's-spiked coffee…a deck hugged by green treetops at sunset…friends, new and old, all ages…Irish music drifting through the air…softly…magically. That's St. Patrick's Day at the Monahan's. In my Heinz 57 genetic make-up, there must be some Irish, because I sure feel lucky to be…
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I've been complaining lately that I don't have enough hours in the day to do what I need to do AND what I want to do. Sunday, around 3PM, I realized that if I'm going to wish for more time, I've got to wish for the energy to use it. We only have two kinds…
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Scenes from this weekend… Friday night friends Bob, Lisa, their son Justin and his girlfriend Patty came over for smoked pork loin, chicken, and sausage, trips back through time via old wedding photos (ours – Bob and Lisa were both in the wedding), and turns playing my drums. I have a feeling Craig's List will be…
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Tom spent this past Thursday evening in the emergency room. He was fine, but a friend of his fell on some steps leaving their office building and landed headfirst- Tom said it sounded like a bowling ball hitting the concrete. The miracle of it all is the friend suffered no damage – they ran all…
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I do believe in karma, or whatever you want to call it when things come back to bite you in the butt. For instance, I just planned to take a few minutes after Kendall and I came home from shopping and I finished my fruit salad, and before I "moved the laundry around" some more…
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Saturdays are for getting eight hours of sleep…making muffins…drinking coffee on the back deck, visiting with Max, Charly, and Frankie while they eat breakfast…running with Rick Steves through the streets of Athens (me on the treadmill, him on TV)…cooling down to Three Doors Down…moving the laundry around…drinking more coffee while paying bills, blogging, checking email,…
Long Hollow 