My great-niece Paige working on a batch of donuts to celebrate the first big snow. Ranny sent me a picture via cameraphone to let me know that it was Donut Day in their area – meaning that the first big snow of the season was falling, and that they were making donuts to celebrate. They got a foot, in fact, which definitely makes it The Official First Snow of the Season. This was a tradition that Mom started some time in the misty (or snowy) past; every year she’d try to make them better than ever. I never got the…
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Mom's backyard. She loved sitting on her deck with her cuppa of a morning. Anyway, laundry's done. I've been avoiding laundry of late, because it reminds me of Mom, and endlessly folding sheets and towels upstairs while our old Siamese cat, Beebee, scuffled under the sheets we were trying to lay out, "playing." Mom would scold her, and then ruffle the sheets and snap them out so they fell perfectlly even, requiring just a couple of sharp tugs to do hospital corners at the bottom. At this point, a suspiciously cat-shaped lump would be visible in the middle of the…
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Five months have passed since Mom died, and it's still a struggle sometimes. I mentioned at the time that there were certain emotional landmines to be negotiated in the months and seasons and years to come. The first snow of the season will be any time now, although it probably won't be heavy enough for Mom to have declared that it was "Doughnut Day." In other words, it's almost time to make the doughnuts, but I'm not really set up for that. However, I can provide her recipe for Disappearing Cookies, which I do know how to make, though they…
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Things are not going well in Salt Lake City. I may not be posting much the next few days. Spammers can all go hang. The rest of you, please tawk amongst yourselves. UPDATE: 2 days later, Mom passed away.