As anyone who has looked at my figure knows, food is my favorite dish. Well, most food, anyway. Because of this, I sometimes find myself musing on the subject.
It’s kind of a hodgepodge today, folks:
I was barely aware of the noise the first time, but it got my attention. Then it happened again: Whack. Not long after was another whack. Then a klonk. It was coming from out back.
“Another school year has begun.” I’ve noticed that over the years, the meaning of that simple sentence has gone through some dramatic changes – at least for me. Whether those changes are good, is, well, open to interpretation.
As some may know, I was in a Forrest City Little Theatre production over the weekend. I sang, I acted a little bit. I did not dance.
I hope I’m not jinxing myself by mentioning this. And I don’t want to get my hopes too high, but something seems to be developing.
There was this wedding over the weekend that I had to attend. This was the second of two young women. I consider them the daughters I never had. Man, did I work hard to get them grown and married.
I’m going to try being a little more adventurous.
I remember when I was small, and my classmates and I would come back to school after an extended holiday, our teachers would have us write an essay on “What I Did on Summer Vacation” or “What I Did on Christmas Vacation.”