Santas and Snowmen playing in the snow
Every year the Santas and Snowmen sleep in the basement until the first week in December. Then they march up our spiral stairway, one by one, preparing to help us celebrate the Christmas holidays in style.
Many long years ago I won the five-inch high little fellas in a local raffle at the Aura Hall. Nine of them winked at me from a red, white and black tic-tac-toe board and how I delighted to bring them home.
Little did we suspect that the Santas and Snowmen were clever little tricksters! They would tiptoe off their staid and respectable tic-tac-toe board and perform amazing acts of silliness which resulted in grins on any Scrooge faces.
Lately I’ve been enjoying rising in the dark, listening to the whistling teakettle and the humming wood stove, and writing stories. Did you know the Native Americans reserved many stories to share only in wintertime, when wind whipped outside wigwams and snow froze tiptoeing foootsteps?
Grandmother Moon’s tears turned white last night and an inch or two of new snow covers our cars. We’re both off to work early today, and tonight Grandfather Snow’s threatening an all-out November fit with several inches of his wrath. Why are the heavens fighting? A Native American elder might keep the kids entertaining for hours explaining the god’s drama.
My drama? Thank you for asking.
We’ve now reached Week 3 of this Gratitude series.
This week something happened.
I hesitate to tell you what. It might offend your sensibilities. Literally, this might stink. It is a very sh*tty blog.
But let us persevere!
Only continue to read–if you dare.
One autumn leaf, two leaves, three leaves, four…
Readers, shall we take a break from our early autumn chores and play a little Jeopardy?
Let’s stand in front of our TV audience and pick a category.
I know what I’m choosing, Alex.
“Blog stats for $500, please!”
Our so-sweet grandkit, Kinder, naps
Dear Readers, I know you are anxiously awaiting an update of our grandkits. See this blog if you missed the exciting news of our furry grandbabies this summer.
Through the marvel of modern technology I am able to share the following videos!
The first is of our grand-baby kitten, Kinder, from NYC, who, you’ll be amazed to discover, knows how to play fetch. (Please excuse the mess in Ki’s bedroom. She was folding laundry.) Be patient for the first ten seconds, please.
The second is of our grand-baby kitten, Mango, living down there in San Diego, CA, who loves the L’Anse Sentinel (the newspaper where Barry, his grandpa, is editor here in Lake Superior country.)
Good Friday morning, readers! I’ve got a surprise for you today. My blogging buddy, Pam, over yonder at her blog roughwighting and I have done The Great Blogging Switcheroo.
What, you ask, is a Great Blogging Switcheroo?
A Great Blogging Switcheroo is when two bloggers decide to blog simultaneously on one another’s blogs. Pam is sharing a delightful story here and I am sharing a story about the modern-day caveman who lived in our woods back in the 1970′s.
So now that you have the Switcheroo basics, please settle down to enjoy meeting and reading my buddy, Pam. I would love it if you welcome her warmly in the comments. Then, if you have five extra minutes, buzz on over to her site and learn something never-before-revealed about our Little House in the Big Woods.
Without any further delay, here’s Pam!
The important things we forget to blog about.
Fortunately, I recently remembered what I forgot to tell you.
Since mid-June I’ve been a grandma!
Here’s the scoop.
I walk through the darkened living room.
It is dusk.
Oh look-out there on the deck–is a–what is it? Oh my goodness, it’s a 12-foot gorilla peering in the window!
The strangeness of life.
My true love bought me dandelion jelly this week.
The woman who sold it to him pronounced, “It tastes like honey.”
This morning I slathered clear-colored dandelion jelly atop a piece of Ezekiel Bread covered with natural crunchy peanut butter.
Melt-in-your-mouth honey-flavored dandelion jelly, purchased by one’s true love (aka one’s husband of almost 35 years.)
I am thinking about “true loves” while cleaning the house. Don’t quibble with me over details. Of course, I ceased scrubbing and vacuuming in order to write this blog post.
Posted in June 2013
Tagged 1950's songs, dandelion jelly, family, Gravel Pit, humor, life, memories, music, Pandora, random, thoughts, Wu Tang Clan