If you want to align your planner with Martha Stewart's, she has made it more difficult. The January issue of Martha Stewart Living features a less detailed calendar. The new one is a timeline, something I've avoided ever since a math teacher demonstrated how timelines could reach back to before zero. Maybe that is Martha's point. If her timeline stretched back to December maybe she didn't celebrate Kwanza's start by washing linens. If her timeline really stretched back, maybe she never spent time in prison knitting ponchos.
If I could rewrite history, I wouldn't have complained about the blind dog's gas problem. Not that he ever thought it was a problem. Chuck's ashes, in their tinned glory, rest at my mom's house, next to the wine glasses. The location guarantees we won't forget to take Chuck home next time we visit. Every day I miss scratching his belly, pulling him on walks and tripping over him. I am trying out a new dog, Tequila. Yes, a real dog, not the bottled stuff. Although, both sometimes come with worms.
My sheep farmer in Peru is repaying his Kiva loan, early. And I loaned $25 to another Peruvian farmer. This one's day job is driving a motorcycle taxi that resembles a sitting room on wheels. I understand wanting to invest more time and energy with the backyard animals, not the ones being driven about.
The odd Chinese drawings live on at my house. Now I know why I kept them 30 years. Big Guy likes them. Also living on at my house are Menorah Martinis. Big Guy likes them, too.
In the time spent writing about bacon and Crown Candy Kitchen's emerging status as a Christmas tradition, I'm sure Daisy, Birdie and Big Guy felt confident I had forgotten to mention waffles. At our house, waffles are a Christmas tradition--not for breakfast but for hanging on the tree.
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