Well, it’s time to bid a fond farewell to college football, alas. I know there’s still some pro games, but I’m a college football fan.
Because Christmas and New Year’s came on Thursday this time around, I missed two consecutive weeks of columns.
A few notes on the Holiday Season and Scrooge – not necessarily in that order.
I note with interest the sidewalk building that’s currently going on. And I approve.
I’m in a very distressed mood today. My computer is sick; so sick in fact that I’m having to take it to the hospital. I hope I don’t end up having to put it down. I’ve become quite attached to it.
I’m glad to see all the activities that are going on for Halloween. It’s a good time to have special, safe activities for kids. Actually, that’s nothing new.
Just think, in less than two weeks we’ll be able to fill up on Kiwanis pancakes (I like to go for breakfast) and then trek to the polls. Then we can sit back and wait to find out whose negative ads worked the best.
So, here I am, playing “pick up sticks” again. And I’m not talking about the childhood game I enjoyed so much, and that I discovered you can still order online. They may even have it in stores; I haven’t checked in the last few decades. I’m talking about the “sticks” that I find in my yard after every storm.
I was overjoyed a few years ago when scientists asserted that being overweight was probably in our genes.
I have noticed pumpkins at local grocery stores lately. It not only brings mental images of autumn, my favorite time of year, it also brings up a challenge that I face annually: Should I make a pumpkin pie (or pies), or should I stick to the much easier sweet potato pie?