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This Day in My History

2001:  Comin' to America
2002:  Almost 60 year olds shouldn't bounce on Concrete
2003:  Lies My Father Told Me
2004:  Decisions, Decisions
2005 T
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2006:  Best Laid Plans

"Les Liaisons Dangereuses"

Books Read in 2007

Updated 2/18:
"Running with Scissors"
"Voice of the Night"




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Look at these videos!
Introducing "The Book"
Cat vs. Cow
Penguins Chasing a Butterfly
Kitten on the Keys
Guinness Hands Video

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Walt's Retirement Party

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21 February 2007

We finished the puzzle today...and we are puzzled.

There was this one piece that I had been looking for since yesterday. It was the right side of the peak of the castle turret shown here:

When we finished the puzzle, there were no pieces missing and the slot where the piece I'd been searching for was filled. Do you see anything wrong?

The piece fits's just the wrong pattern! I've never had that happen before. No wonder it was so difficult to find the "right" piece!

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I fixed pancakes for us for breakfast this morning because it's Shrove Tuesday (or "fat Tuesday," but then for me every Tuesday is fat Tuesday!) and the tradition is to have pancakes on the day before the start of Lent. As I have stated numerous times, I am not religious. Wouldn't you know that the only "traditions" I maintain are those related to food. (It is fairly safe to say that I don't pay much attention to the fasting rules which follow the start of Lent!)

Lent used to be hot stuff when I was growing up. There were all sorts of religious activites that went on. My school (a Catholic school) was next door to a lovely gothic church and every Friday we would all go over to the church at the end of the day for the Stations of the Cross, with lots of incense and prayers and the priest following the last steps of Jesus leading up to his crucifixion.

We were encouraged to attend Mass during the week and, like a good little Catholic girl, I went to Mass every morning before school. They served breakfastin the school cafeteria and I loved having powdered sugar donuts dunked in hot chocolate (again, a food memory!)

The problem was that in order to get breakfast before we started school, we had to leave Mass right after communion, and not stay until the end of the service.

Each morning, the Sister in charge would ask who had gone to Mass that day and she would beam whenever my friend and I raised our hands. Good little Catholic kids.

But one day the priest squealed. He complained that two students were leaving Mass every day before the end. We were called hypocrites in front of the whole class. I don't know why if we got up early and went to Mass, but just left early it didn't count, but apparently it didn't. It's hard to get all the rules right when you're a little kid.

Good Friday was always a biggie. The deal was that we would try to maintain silence from 12-3, the 3 hours that Jesus lay dyijng on the cross. A group of us would join together and climb a hill near my house (there is an apartment building there now). We would each pick out a spot and sit there in the sun, reading our Bibles, and "praying." But expecting little kids to remain silent for 3 hours is asking a lot and before an hour had passed, we were giggling. It was generally not a successful activity.

Each Lent I gave up candy and my father gave up liquor, so Easter Sunday morning was always a very joyous occasion, chocolate for me and gin fizzes for him.

No matter how our religious beliefs change over the years, the most basic precepts -- the food memories associated with them -- seem to remain!



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