Honey, if you wanted an opinion, you should have stuck around
I was outside chatting with one of my neighbors and I asked her if she liked the house color. She said she had been worries, but really did like it and I mentioned how opposed Steve was to a blue house. This neighbor is also a widow and she said, “Just say, ‘Honey, if you wanted an opinion, you should have stuck around.’” It was perfect. Non-widowed people might not get how much freedom comes from widowhood. It’s bought at too terrible a cost, and it isn’t worth it. But it’s there. And, honey, the house is blue the way you never wanted. Sorry you missed it.

One of my earworms
I started singing this song the other day, and now it WON’T LEAVE MY HEAD. I begin to think I’ll need to burn the place down to drive it out. Today’s goal will be to substitute this song. This has been your Big Band Minute.

Give me canberries, or give me… um… nothing
I receive recipes in my email every day, and since Thanksgiving started looming I’ve been receiving Thanksgiving-appropriate recipes. What does this really mean? Recipe after recipe of cranberry relish. Listen, people. I don’t want your steenkin’ cranberry relish. I want canberries. If it isn’t shaped like the can, it does not get a place on my plate. You don’t have to eat them. That leaves more disks of jellied goodness for me. Canberries. It’s what’s for (Thanksgiving) dinner.

I am the eye in the sky, looking at you
I’ve read lots of places where people have worrited and fretted about how much information is available online. It is a veritable stalkers’ paradise at times. Last night, while on the phone with someone who was in a location I’ve never been, I could pull up Google maps and street views and satellite images and do a time-delayed stalk. I also discovered that anyone who cares to know can read up about my house, though the auditor’s office says I have four bedrooms (it’s three) and a finished basement (it’s not). It was strange to find out how many square feet I have by looking it up online. I begin to think there will eventually be a Wik

A gamblin’ fool
I was whining last month about how I was dreading Christmas. What with one thing and another, I’ve decided to conquer the Christmas Dreadies with a trip to Las Vegas. I don’t gamble, though I do have a hot date to play bingo which send me into a spiral of depravity–B4, and after! As I write this, I’m sulking at home because I’ve had to turn the water off, at least mostly, while waiting for a plumber to come fix a leaky pipe. Maybe I’ll leave for Vegas a little early.