Monday, November 30, 2015

Appropriate words for this time of year, let's consider the following popular poem attributed to Father Dennis O'Brien, M.

Feeling the chill of dreary fall mornings makes it hard to come out from under bedcovers and get a move on.

Watching the TV commercial where the Cottonelle puppy chases an unfurling roll of toilet paper across the house left me wondering again where our toilet paper is disappearing.

The rampant display of campaign signs before election time annoys me, marring fall's promising vista with clutter.

Returning my coffee mug to my drawer of personal stuff at work, I noted the apron still there from my camera room days at Farm and Dairy.

Home from college for the weekend, Josie begged me to help her get into the book her English class was discussing.

For a month, now, we've run a request for recipes from our readers to be used in the next Farm and Dairy cookbook.

On mornings when I'm not working away from home, around 7:50, our dog Lydia begins her bark that usually announces just about anything that moves in our vicinity.

mages of Hurricane Katrina's destruction blast from our televisions pierced us with secondhand sorrow.

No matter how much we plan ahead at our house, it seems those plans always change. I choke back some frustration, let the rest of it torture the eardrums of my family in heated words, and tell myself to stay flexible.