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Three Thoughts for Thursday

Thank you, Rob Reiner, for your wonderful movie, The Princess Bride. It was as fun to watch with rellies this weekend as when it first came out in 1987. Inconceivable!
Marketing advice for advocates of human cloning: convince women of a certain age that they can send their clones to try on and purchase clothing. They would love it!
The start of a new year is like the heart flutter that accompanies opening a blank notebook on the first day of school and imagining the possibilities to come.

What possibilities are you hoping for in 2014?

While writing a work-in-progress, all I think about is getting done. When not writing, I can’t wait to get back to work. Ah, the life of an author.
Happiness = being there when your grandchild says a new word.
Quote of the week: Funny how imperfections on the outside mean something splendid beneath. From Louis Penny’s novel The Brutal Telling.

What made you happy this week? Leave a comment.

Did you know some of Santa’s elves work now offer technical support for malfunctioning modems? It’s true. I made the acquaintance of two of them after a first call to tech support ended in a blind alley and the second was accidentally dropped. But the third call was a rousing success thanks to Century Link technical support elves Akira and Nathan. She stayed on the line until my call was transferred to Nathan. He discovered our modem didn’t need replacing and very patiently walked me through the steps to get it working again. Akira and Nathan, if you see this post, leave your mailing address so I can send you some Christmas cookies.
Our artificial Christmas tree makes popping sounds all day long. Either the coating on the fake crabapple/cranberry garland is cracking or the entire tree is about to burst into flame. I hope it’s the former rather than the latter since we’re plumb out of marshmallows for roasting.
Nelson Mandela is a true hero in every sense. The likes of him we will not soon see again.

Who would you add to a “true hero” list?

Does anyone know how long the Thanksgiving turkey endorphins hang around? Translation: How long can the morning sleepies be blamed on Tom Turkey?
My childhood aversion to tights has ended. They are now a welcome and warm addition to my winter wardrobe…provided they don’t get a hole blown in them during recess.
Thanks to Mr. Fairburn, a tenth grade teacher who made American History class come alive, the title of Doris Kearns Goodwin’s new book rang a bell. Because of the love of history Mr. Fairburn instilled and Goodwin’s writing ability, I’m looking forward to read The Bully Pulpit. Maybe Mr. Fairburn’s looking forward to reading it, too.

Want to thank a teacher who made a difference in your life? Leave a comment!

Wouldn’t it be cool if the Salvation Army created an online bell and virtual red kettle to encourage people to deposit bitcoins? With bitcoins currently worth $900, Sally could make the holidays brighter for so many families.
Mom asked us to drive by the grounds of the former Indian School when we visited Pipestone, Minnesota last week. She described going on field trips in the 1920s to look at the Indian children at the school. Now she wishes they’d gone on picnics together or shared a Thanksgiving meal.
My sister’s bringing plum pudding for our Thanksgiving meal, so we only need two pies to round out the dessert offerings. Would you help decide which two flavors get the nod by indicating your preferences in the comment box? (Please do not make pumpkin a write-in candidate. I can’t eat it and my sister hates it.) Thanks!
A.   Cherry and apple
B.   Cherry and strawberry rhubarb
C.   Apple and strawberry rhubarb

There’s nothing like being in the middle of a massive remodeling project, opening a dusty envelope under the old rug you’re ripping out, and finding money in the envelope. Kinda makes the dust and paint spattered clothes fade away for a little while.
Be very careful when carrying a Shop Vac full of plaster dust, wall paper fragments, and pulverized carpet foam down the stairs. Otherwise the Shop Vac might come apart and distribute the plaster dust, wall paper fragments, and pulverized carpet foam all over the stairs. (Don’t ask how I know this.)
Our grandson cries when his mommy leaves the room. His grandma cries when she says good-bye to him after a wonderful visit.

Whose departure makes you cry? Leave a comment.