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Tonight is the Blue Moon.  If you don’t know what a blue moon is, Google it.

The Blue Moon brings memories to me, sparks inspirations, and swirls up romance.

Listen to the first artists to record the beautiful song Blue Moon.

 

 

Wishing you a love of your own.

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Warning: This Post Is Kind Of Gross

I’m sick.

I’ve been sick for five days now.

It started with lethargy and a cough that sent fumes that smelled like cauliflower into my nasal cavity.  I had eaten no cauliflower.  The cough became more severe and very productive.

Then came the sniffles, which led to a lot of sneezing in addition to the coughing.  I’m a very noisy sick person.

Before I knew it sniffling was no longer possible as the mucus in my sinuses had become thick globules of snot that refused to be blown out by force.  That doesn’t mean I didn’t try, which attempts put me in fear of blowing my eyeballs out of their sockets.

There was a fever early on, but it never was over 100°.  At least it put some roses in my cheeks.  My temperature got back to normal after a couple of days with the help of some fever-reducing blue pills.  I also took some antihistamine, but that didn’t do much except convince me it was keeping that gunky stuff locked in my sinuses, which I want extinguished as soon as possible.

The exertion caused by the coughing and sneezing started making my back, chest and stomach muscles ache, and soon I couldn’t do either without bending over from simple muscle pain.

My head is still clogged, which has led to a throbbing sensation at the base of my nose between the eyes, a severe loss of hearing, and a slight bit of dizziness.

Fortunately, I’ve had Husby to look after me.  He leaves me alone when I want to be left alone.  He feeds me when I’m hungry.  He doesn’t dry heave when I make all the sick noises I tend to make.  He knows exactly how to make things as good as they can be short of waving a magic wand and making it all go away.

“The Dangers of Influenza are manifold, but they can be avoided or minimized by correctly fortifying the system. The use of a pure and wholesome stimulant is approved and recommended by medical men, and analytical tests of ‘Black & White’ Scotch Whisky have justified their recommendations. You can be sure of these distinctive medicinal qualities by purchasing BLACK & WHITE Scotch Whisky.”

I’m still coughing and sneezing, but not as much as when this nightmare began.  My head is stuffed with what seems like a bowl of thick ass-pick aspic my mother-in-law used to make – slimy, gelatinous, and so very distasteful.  I’m deaf as a post and have to walk with a wide gait to prevent from tipping over for dizziness.

Today Husby woke up coughing and feeling unrested after a full night’s sleep.  As the day is wearing on he feels more listless and is coughing more.

The care-giving torch is being passed.  It’s time for me to buck up.

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Cozy Nights

The Minnesota winter has been snowy and cold.  That’s nothing new, but my evenings have been made so much more snug with some very thoughtful Christmas gifts.

I call this my Cozy Cloak. It’s about the size of a lap shawl, but has arm holes.  Not as clunky as a robe, stays on my shoulders, and is made out of the softest fabric ever invented.  Charlotte gave it to me, and I’ve worn it nearly every night since Christmas.

When the wind howls and the snow swirls through the night sky I wrap up in my Cozy Cloak and climb into bed for some reading time.  There’s always a book on my bedside table, and this Christmas Husby treated me to Tales of Beedle the Bard.  After reading all of the Harry Potter books in succession, Tales was a perfect addition to the wizard collection.

MaryAnn contributes to my cozy nights too.  For several years now she’s given me a box of truffles for Christmas, and this year was no different.  For a woman who doesn’t like sweets much she sure knows how to find the perfect candies for me.  They’re creamy and rich – the perfect indulgence to accompany a good book while wrapped in a soft, warm cloak.

I’ll never complain about Minnesota winters as long as I can find comfort in the dark hours of night.  I think I’ve got it nailed, thanks to the wonderful gifts from wonderful people.

 

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One-Liner Wednesday

Me: We sure have our problems, don’t we?

Husby: I don’t have problems, I have challenges and opportunities!

I think Husby hasn’t shaken the corporate world after six years of retirement.

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The twelfth day of Christmas was January 5th.  Husby and I had guests over that evening and as luck would have it our tree still looked healthy and bright, and the decorations around the house were still spreading Christmas cheer, naturally.  Never take down the decorations before the twelfth day of Christmas.

On January 6th (the thirteenth day of Christmas?) Husby and I were basking in the last evening of Christmas tree glow when – bink! – half of the tree lights were suddenly unlit.  I was disappointed, of course, but so grateful they didn’t blink out while we had company the night before.

We unplugged the tree lights, because of course I’d go completely mad looking at a half-lit tree.  The ornaments and tinsel shimmered in the ordinary lamp light of the room, but the corner that held the tree still seemed so dark without the twinkly lights.

Today I undecorated the tree.  The tinsel was removed and the ornaments safely stored.  The lights, well, I found the offending string that caused half of the tree to go dark and cast them aside.  Then Husby took the tree out to the “back forty” to deal with in the summer.

Now, not only is the corner of the room dark, it’s empty.

I didn’t have the inclination to take down all of the Christmas decorations today, nor did Husby and I wish to move the furniture back to “real life” positions.  The Christmas decorations will be put away bit by bit throughout the week.  The furniture will return to its usual positions and the empty corner will be filled once again.

Then begins a bright new year.

I hope you all had a merry holiday season and that the new year brings health, happiness, and peace to you all.

 

 

 

 

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A Major Award

As you may or may not know, Charlotte and I played on the same high school tennis team in, well, I don’t want to tell you what year.  At the end of the season the team would have a banquet, complete with awards of athletic letters.

For a number of years now, without the watchful eye of our high school coach (who’s probably rolling in his grave with our shenanigans), Charlotte and I have met to play tennis on a weekly basis in the spring, summer and fall seasons.  When it becomes too cold or too dark to play anymore, we get together for the “tennis banquet.”

This banquet involves the two of us finding a wonderful restaurant to share a great meal, a couple of drinks, and much talk about our intersecting lives as sisters.  Oh yeah, and we briefly talk about tennis.

Each year one of us receives an award.  It’s kind of a revolving trophy.  This year I received a most esteemed award.  I’m humbled.

 

It’s a major award!

We play tennis in our little below-the-knee yoga pants.  It seems that every time Charlotte and I get together we plea to the other not to look at our legs, as they may not have been recently shaven.  “Don’t make fun of my legs,” we cry.  I guess my legs were least likely to be made fun of as I received The Lady Schick Award.

 

I forgive my opponent for having less than smooth legs every time we play because, well, we play mid-week and I have much more time to groom than she does as I’m retired from my day job and she is not.  However, even given my time to groom I’ve shown up on many occasions with stubble, and I’m amazed and honored to be presented with such a fabulous award.

What a wonderful trophy!  My legs thank you, Charlotte, as do I.  It was a great banquet, and I’m looking forward to another season of chasing balls with you.

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My 56th 1st

Toward the end of October in Minnesota it’s hard to tell what the weather will do.

Twin Cities, MN, October 31, 1991

We haven’t seen the likes of the Halloween Blizzard of 1991 since, but once again I want everyone to know that I SHOWED UP TO WORK THAT DAY!  My diligence to my employer, the State of MN who did NOT announce a snow emergency that day, is to be applauded.  *Applaud here*

While I don’t expect this October 27th snowfall to turn out to be of blizzard proportions, it will be marked as the 56th first snowfall of my life.  It’s been snowing all day long, and the flakes keep getting bigger and bigger as the day wears on.  First snowfalls are always celebrated by me, if only in my heart.

One of our spirea shrubs, starting to droop with the heavy snow.

There’s so much to complain about with the coming of winter.  Shoveling snow, icy roads, ice dams in the gutters…but for all the trouble I love wintertime.  It’s second only to autumn which boasts its colors and shifted sunlight which makes everything outdoors look more beautiful, like candlelight accentuates a woman’s beauty.  OK, a man’s handsomeness too .

Winter marks hibernation, a regrouping of oneself.  Its cold and stark atmosphere appeals to me, especially when I can bask in front of a toasty fire while eating hot soups and stews.

Husby’s potted spruce trees in what used to be his vegetable patch during the spring and summer.

The snow we get today will probably melt before long; temperatures will rise to the 40s (F) in the very near future.  But that won’t negate the first snowfall, October 27th, 2017.  My 56th 1st.

A small lilac bush.

While the wind blows and the snow falls I’m cozy in my house with a candle burning.  The candle’s scent is Tall Grass, which I expect I won’t be smelling naturally for quite a few months.  Winter is creeping in, and my nesting instincts are aroused.

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