Words and pictures from the author of And the Crows Took Their Eyes as well as the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries . . .
Wednesday, November 30, 2022
Every Other Night
Tuesday, November 29, 2022
Monday, November 28, 2022
Sunday, November 27, 2022
Saturday, November 26, 2022
I received an email from PayPal regarding suspicious activity with my account. Someone was requesting a considerable amount. There was a phone number to call to request a refund and, alas, I called it.
Don't do that. I ended up with someone who purported to be helping me, but the call went on and on and finally I got uneasy and ended it.
Back on the PayPal page, there was a way of dealing with this problem and, indeed, a warning about this very thing.
So, with passwords changed and bank account blocked for the time being, that's how I spent afternoon. Fingers crossed all will be well.
Friday, November 25, 2022
And on the Next Day
Thursday, November 24, 2022
Wednesday, November 23, 2022
There was a small kerfuffle on a Facebook group I follow. Someone wondered why in the world people would use paper plates for a Thanksgiving feast and, rather promptly, other people told her--disability, rather spend time with family than washing dishes, etc. After major pushback the original poster amended her post to apologize and to say that now she understood.
It reminded me of something I wrote maybe twenty years ago...
It’s the Tuesday before Thanksgiving and I’m at the grocery store. The weather is cold and snowy, and I’ve skipped painting class to get ready for Thursday. My shopping cart is piled high with raw ingredients – a 20-pound turkey, celery, onions, kale, cranberries, butter, whipping cream – okay, there are two bags of cornbread stuffing and several cans of pumpkin puree and chicken broth, but in my mind, these are raw ingredients.
In the checkout line, I study the tabloids; I have only the vaguest idea who Jen and Brad are so I turn my attention to the shopping cart ahead of me – paper plates, plastic cups, pre-made pie crusts, a can of lemon meringue filling (I mentally taste the artificial flavoring and my worst fears are confirmed as six jars of pale brown gravy slide down the belt.) There are two large bags of frozen broccoli florets and I silently congratulate the benighted shopper for not having succumbed to the lure of the canned green bean, mushroom soup, and canned fried onion casserole. But I am inwardly appalled at the idea of a Thanksgiving dinner with such uninspired ingredients. Then the cashier says to the tired-looking woman, whose groceries these are, “Big family Thanksgiving?”
A beautiful smile illuminates the weary shopper’s face. “Yes, we’ll all be together,” she replies softly, as though caressing each word.
Her happiness is transcendent and suddenly my perceptions swing around in a dizzying 180-degree shift. It’s not always about the food.
Tuesday, November 22, 2022
Monday, November 21, 2022
Cookbooks Worth Reading
Sunday, November 20, 2022
Saturday, November 19, 2022
More From Grumpy's Workshop
Another black walnut box with resin inset. If any of these look like holiday gifts to you, pm me for prices.