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bread is.

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my first bread.

 

3 personal goals this year –

1 didn’t happen due to the human factor,

1 didn’t happen due to the pandemic,

 1 did happen in spite of everything- 

i learned to make bread.

1 out of 3’s not bad.

“bread is a celebration.”      

-lynne rossetto kasper

jumps.

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 an early long weekend
 a couple of hours drive
and miles away
it’s time to have a 
three generation
light show/jump on the beds/stay up late
kind of end to the day
tonight we fly. 
“it is not the jumps you made in your life,
but mostly the jumps you haven’t made that are the real source of regrets in your life.”
-mehmet murat ildan

turn of the wheel.

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it’s a new year’s eve tradition

the famous wheel of cheese is back

much to everyone’s delight

let the celebration begin

happy new year

‘if I tell you there’s cheese on the moon, bring the crackers.’

-tyronn lue

bubbles.

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how many bubbles are in a glass of champagne?

french researcher, gerard liger-belair

has spent more than 15 years studying the drink

and has released his best guess:

2,000,000.

that is science, trial and error, trying until you get it right.

in support of his very thorough study,

I may be conducting my own research this evening. 

 

 “champagne…it gives you the impression that every day is sunday.”

– marlene detrich

 

 

 credits: veuve cliquot vintage ad, Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, bbc

happy christmas.

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I saw

a tiny tricycle 

decorated in garlands and sparkles

parked in the bike rack at the library

heard the train come through town

softly whistling the tune of jingle bells

watched the people line up 

to catch the bus to the airport

taking them somewhere

where people were waiting to see them

turned to say hello

to the man walking his dog

in his Christmas pajamas

spent the day with family and friends

playing and laughing

simply enjoying the celebration

happy Christmas everyone.

“our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at christmas-time.”

– laura ingalls wilder

 

losing it.

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(not me, a reenactor, but we do have similar pj’s and hair)

many moons ago

when i lived a very busy life

single-mother, college, 2 jobs

I had family and friends over

to celebrate my daughter’s graduation.

the day started early

 somehow everything came together

the party went well

my divorced parents got along

none of the food burnt

the cake turned out

everyone was pretty happy.

as the day wound down

there were just a couple of guests left

who wanted to stay to watch

the very end of a championship basketball game 

we expected it would wrap up very quickly.

what are the odds 

it broke records and went into triple overtime?

at a certain point

I could no longer stay awake

and tried the usual methods to end the day

yawning, cleaning up, sighing, talking about tomorrow

finally it was so bad

that I put my pajamas on and laid down on the floor

 the game continued

 the guests continued

at last there was a win and we said our goodbyes. 

the next day,

I woke up went to work,

went to my class,

went to my other job

where my friend thanked me for a nice party.

I went on and on about how exhausted I was

due in part to these late guests

who just did not get the hint

that I needed to sleep

no matter what I said or did.

she nodded sympathetically

as I dramatically reenacted the entire end of the night

she listened quietly

until I finally had it out of my system and was done

and then she said,

“beth, that was us.”

epilogue:

we still are good friends and continue to laugh about it all these years later. 

 I am still not a good late-nighter and have a foggy memory.

“the guest who outstays his fellow guests loses his overcoat.”

~ chinese proverb 

 

 

 

 

 

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