Archive for January 2013

Project Two, the Attic. Done.

Project Two, the Attic.  Done.
Steve is never permitted to skeedaddle to Florida until all the Christmas stuff is in the attic.  This year he got lucky:  it was cold the week before he left, and so despite his OCD need to have things in order, he tossed the crates and foliage into the opening at the top of the... Read more »

Project One: Done. A Gallery.

Project One: Done. A Gallery.
When Steve is away, I choose a random task to complete. Why? To delude myself that I am efficient and useful in his absence.  Steve has suggested that I teach myself to cook.  The kitchen is for reading the newspaper. Silly Man. Last year I did my “This is Your Life, Dahl Boys” project.  The... Read more »

Hibernation

Hibernation
Nesting is a lovely option when it is cold out. I have made an art form of it, with the last few days melting into a blob of zero accomplishments. Saturday I visited with my sister, and celebrated the opening of the Blackhawks season with a family party at Matthews. All the Dahls except Steve sampled... Read more »
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Alone Again, Naturally

Alone Again, Naturally
Steve is in Florida for the next 100 days, getting his endorphins balanced and avoiding the Midwestern gloom that asphyxiates him.  I am content to stay here, with my pack of Milly and Mabel to dig in with.  As I type this, they are stereo-snoring on the bed and I am rethinking my choice. My... Read more »

Back to my Detroit Roots

This morning Steve will join me for a flip trip to Detroit. My Aunt Sharon O’Donnell died last week of complications from lymphoma. She was the wife of Mom’s youngest brother. She was also my Dad’s beloved companion after their respective spouses died. Aunt Sharon was a dame.  She graduated from Ohio State and decided... Read more »

Chocolate Love

Chocolate Love
My mom was a legendary baker.  She did not have a car for much of my younger years, and somehow, I think she liked it that way. At 8:00 AM Dad would load us up and cart us to school, and she would light a cigarette, put the tea kettle on and read the paper.... Read more »
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I'm Done. Almost

I'm Done.  Almost
I have toiled to un-Christmas the house, and I am sad to say, I now dwell in darker quarters.  Cleaner, too. I cleared room by room, packed my treasures in bins, tagged every one and enlisted my able bodied assistant, Steve, to help me get them into the attic.  I have shelves for each room,... Read more »

The End of My Glittering World

The End of My Glittering World
Steve has symbolically announced the end of the holiday.  He brought the last Kirschbaum’s Christmas Tree Coffee Cake up from the freezer. This is the pastry that called his name at 6AM on the Saturday before Christmas.  I thought it was a dream:  Steve lumbering out of bed, dressing, and heading to the bakery.  He... Read more »

Got it!

Got it!
Here is my pickle jar- not so grand as the image I attached to my last post- but adequate for my purposes.  $ 5.00.  That seems high, right? It came with a carrying handle that Steve and I were unable to affix.  Then we both wondered why anyone wanted to carry pickles.  Or why I... Read more »
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