Pam and I had a tradition of speaking early on the morning of holidays, particularly Easter and Thanksgiving. We'd talk while we were in the kitchen getting ready for the day. Sometimes those conversations were serious, but at times they were downright silly. I miss those stolen moments and still think of her in those early morning hours as I prepare for guests and the day to come.
by Eleanor Ross Taylor
The fork lived with the knife
and found it hard — for years
took nicks and scratches,
not to mention cuts.
She who took tedium by the ears:
defiant stretched-out lettuce,
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I'll leave you today with this parting shot.
Do a loony-goony danceThank you for reading. I hope to see you here again tomorrow.
'Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain't been there before.
― Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic