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Friday, November 12, 2010

November blahs...

I've said it before, I hate November. It always seems to be a dreary month, the beautiful colored leaves are gone, and what remains is brown, grey, monochromatic November... "All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey..." I remember well that song by The Mamas and The Papas... California Dreamin' ... it was their first big hit.... I always seem to get into a bit of a funk in early November and this year is no exception. I guess I just hate the coming of winter and cold weather; I wish we could skip from October right into May... But that's not going to happen, is it? Not in this part of the world anyway....
I have my two kiddos home this weekend, so that's a little sunshine in my life. I've spent lots of time in the kitchen the last few days. Made a big pan of lasagna and a pan of brownies to "welcome" them home, yesterday a big batch of Chili to freeze for Laura, and today a big batch of Spaghetti sauce for Mark. I'll do a few Banana Breads tomorrow and maybe something else, so they'll have some homemade goodies to take back, to keep them going the next four weeks and through exams, until they are home for Christmas Break...
I'm working away on the beading on two cross-stitched Arctic Santas- will be showing you one next week for sure. Beading is slow work, especially when Ollie is around, constantly wanting to be on my knee.. he has upset more than one tray of tiny beads.... It's a good thing you're cute Ollie...
I started a new book this evening. I haven't done any reading for a while and I had reserved this book at the Library. They called on Wednesday to say it was in, and of course once I picked it up, I couldn't resist. It is soooo good, and a quick read too... Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet by Jamie Ford. It's the story of conflict between father and son, the sweet innocence of a first love, the cruelty of racism and the evacuation of Japanese Americans in the Seattle area to Internment camps during World War II.

Peace,
Linda

A fallen leaf is nothing more than a summer's wave goodbye.

1 comment:

Pat Winter said...

Hang in there! Just think of all the quiet time for stitching and reading as you settle in for the winter months. It is a hard thing to get used to each year but I try to think of it as a vacation from mowing grass, weeding, transplanting, watering, pool cleaning.......
Hugs,Pat

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