Category Archives: Only the Short

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Running Too Quickly

While I am sometimes tempted, I do not run away from life’s trials. However, I think at times I may run too rapidly towards the future, and I shortchange the present. In my effort to cross the finish line, I think I may have missed some of the celebration.

Over the years, the ragged remnants of joys and trials, the moments of celebration and sorrow not fully embraced at the time, have accumulated and now demand my attention. Age and wisdom gained from reflection have slowed me down. I am learning to run a more measured race; trying to avoid running too quickly through life.

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Saith Me: Waffles, a lesson learned

Substituting apple sauce or pumpkin puree for the required oil in pancakes works well. Making such a substitution in waffles is much more risky. It seems the oil is essential to a crispy, non-stick product.

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Saith Me… Frozen Lemonade

When handed lemons, make lemonade or when faced with a brutally cold arctic blast, make frozen lemonade.

The first week of November was unseasonably warm, the second week unseasonably cold. The frigid wind makes any outdoor task exhausting. With the kids gone, and the husband at work, the days have been long. But rather than bemoaning my frozen solitude, I am going to sit in front of the TV and watch a bunch of sappy movies that only air during November and December. Not what I had planned, but I am learning to enjoy lemonade, even when it is frozen.

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Saith Me… Fluffy Love

There is something amazingly therapeutic about grooming a pet. I find most groomings to be a battle of wills, but on a rare occasion the pet and the person are in synchronistic harmony. Both seeking love at the same moment in time, and making the moment one of mutual joy.

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Saith Me… Be Inspired

Be inspired by the little things, the weeds as well as the flowers.

You never know what beauty can be found if you set aside your boundaries and take a second look.

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Today, the convenience of a stove inspired a new look at history.

 

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Taking a Breath and Then a Leap

Today I took a deep breath and then a big leap: I updated my profile and stopped using a pseudonym. While my primary occupation was parenting, I felt it was much better to pen my ponderings under a name that would provide a small bit of anonymity. I was fully aware of how quickly my identity could be traced if one had a desire to do so, but a small veil seemed to give me a bit of comfort.

Now that I am an emptynester with a desire to share more of my rambling thoughts, I have decided to attach my name to that which I share. Who knows, maybe someday it will my photo accompanying my name.

 

 

 

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Saith Me… Cooking with Chutney & Cheese

Add enough cream cheese and almost any meal can be salvaged including a cream sauce with too much apple-onion chutney as a base flavor.

 

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Joys of Sending Care Packages

The joys of sending care packages:

  1. Anticipating the reaction of your child upon receiving the package. Envisioning their rapture and delight in discovering what mom has sent.
  2. Watching as the 2-day delivery turns into 7 and tracking your package around the country all the while hoping the peach jam is safe and enjoying the journey.
  3. Relief when realizing the delay did not result in peach jam covered hiking boots and wool hats.

 

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Oh Fatigue

 

Oh fatigue, you steal my breath away.
You sneak into my mind, distracting me from my course.
You make me weak in the knees.

Oh fatigue, this relationship needs to end.
A love affair, this certainly is not,
But rather an engulfing, controlling fog.

Oh fatigue, let me be.

 

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