In Like a Lion?

March came in like a lion
with a snowstorm on the first

At least to the cat, who through
a peephole in the blinds on
the patio door, stalks the
falling snowflakes, leaping
up against the glass to
try and catch one.

March came in like a lion
with a snowstorm on the first

And yet as I step outdoors
the ground is covered with a
soft, brilliantly white blanket,
and all is perfectly, peacefully quiet.

March came in like a lion
with a snowstorm on the first

So I begin clearing the snow,
half a foot deep,
the scraping of my shovel
the roar of attack
and the piled up snow
the fallen prey.

March came in like a lion
with a snowstorm on the first

But a fat red robin sits
serenely on a snowy branch
and a scarlet and black bird
high in a tree joyfully chirps
and sings, and the evergreens,
flocked with white, are as glorious as
festive Christmas trees.

March came in like a lion
with a snowstorm on the first

And as I watch fluffy flakes
drift through the air,
cozy with cup of cocoa
and a good book, I am
content in knowing

March came in like a lion…
it will go out like a lamb.

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Record Breaker

Did you hear the crash? The temperature fell to a new low for this date. The old record had stood for more than 100 years. Yesterday we had a 2-hour delay. Today we did not. Crazy, right?

Of course, it’s the least of the craziness going on around here. The bill to shorten the 12-hour state assessment by 3 1/2 hours was signed into law Monday evening. The testing window opens Wednesday.

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How to Take a Test

Log in,
Click, click, click,
See how many questions…

Sigh, groan,
Roll your eyes…

Cough, sneeze,
Blow your nose…

Yawn, slouch,
Rock back and forth…

Check the time,
Tap your feet,
Tie your shoe…

Suck your thumb,
Scratch an itch,
Look out the window…

Oh, yeah…

Read the questions…

And try to answer them…


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The South Pole

I drove by the South Pole over the weekend. Not that South Pole. This one is a drive-in ice cream place. You may have already guessed, it’s in a small town. Where but small-town America would you find that?

I was on my way to visit my sister, who recently moved there. She and her horses, cats, and dogs are getting settled in at their new place a few miles outside of town, out in the country. Come summer, they will be surrounded by cornfields. I hope I’ll be able to find them! So far, I’ve gone right past her county road, missing the turn, every time. I may get totally lost when the corn is high.

Her old place has sold. So Saturday we went over to get those last left over odds and ends out of the house, garage, and barn. Good thing our brother came over, and a friend, too- the “not much left” turned out to be two carloads and a pick-up truck load! It was another bittersweet time, going through things, deciding what was on the way to Goodwill and making sure no treasures headed that way.

I could look out in the fields surrounding the house and picture my daughter as a little girl, her horse galloping and her long hair flying in the wind as she rode with her aunt, or zooming around the home-made track, racing her uncle in one of his go-carts. As I walked out of the house the last time, I paused at the end of the hallway and glanced back to the room where my brother-in-law used to sit in his recliner watching NASCAR and said good-bye like I did so many times through the years. And my heart caught in my throat to think of my sister saying a good-bye again, too. But I smiled, too, thinking of how resolutely she is moving forward into the future, and building a life she loves.

We took our carload back to the new house and unloaded a few things. We were so hungry we didn’t quite finish the job before we drove into town. We’re saving the South Pole for warmer days, so we pulled into the packed parking lot of the Pizza Shack. We joined the crowd that included fiftieth birthday and fifth birthday parties, a youth sports team celebrating, young couples on a cheap date, and families out for dinner. We were waited on by teens on their first job. The decor has a railroad theme- one “rail car” housed the salad bar and another the pizza buffet. The very reasonable $8.50 included both of those, along with endless plates of spaghetti and soft drinks with crushed ice. Not fancy, but good and filling food and a casual and comfortable atmosphere that makes you feel at home among friends. The best of small-town America!

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Hello, Moon

The sky was overcast,
Dark gray-
Night lingering,
Day on its way,
When the moon
Came along to play
Hide and seek with me,
Peeking out from behind
A curtain of clouds.

First appeared
A lopsided grin
Along the edge,
Then bit by bit
The full circle
Slipped out-
And hung suspended,
An ivory pendant,
Softly glowing.

Back behind the
Clouds once more,
Slivers of light
Beaming through.
A plane flew by
And I wondered,
Did the pilot
Feel near enough
To reach out and
Touch the moon?

Then the full moon
Shone briefly again
Before dashing
Behind the cityscape-
have a good day!

Thank you, moon,
For the game
At the start
Of the day
To get me
To smile
And play!

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Comfort Food

Are there foods that take you back in time, that offer comfort through memories of great times with special people as much as the comfort of familiar, favorite foods when you are hungry?

This evening when I left school a little late, my stomach was rumbling and I gave in and stopped at City Barbecue for beef brisket and corn pudding. Yum! The delicious smells floating through the air and the decor hinting of places to the south had me thinking of long-ago days and my first experience with true Southern BBQ…

I was a newlywed and my husband and I were visiting my in-laws, the aunt and uncle who raised him, in Augusta, Georgia. Aunt Pauline wanted us to have a special treat so she talked Uncle Hayward into a trip to Sconyers. To my Yankee ears, it sounded like “Scawnyas.” My culinary experience of barbecue was pretty much limited to the chicken my mom would parboil and my dad would then cook on a grill in the yard, brushing on bottled barbecue sauce. Imagine my surprise shock when I was served a plate of pulled pork, hash, and cole slaw at a table with white bread still in the plastic wrapper and a roll of paper towels in the middle. The meat had not one drop of sauce of any kind on it! Of course, there was an assortment of sauces on the table to choose from. I came to relish that Southern delicacy! I remember so fondly now how Aunt Pauline (who I was convinced didn’t approve of or like me at all) was reaching out with love and welcome, and so was Uncle Hayward in his gruff, quiet way. At the same time, they were helping me get to know my beloved and his Southern roots. And now, with all three of them in their heavenly home, I have memories that make me smile.

I looked it up on the internet tonight, and there were pictures of the familiar (we later lived in Augusta and I drove by or pulled in many times) sign, sprawling restaurant and menu items…

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And, clicking on the website, I heard their unique version of “Dixie.” Ah, comfort food! Oh, sweet memories!

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The Spirit of Giving

Brothers, sisters, sisters-in-law, sons and daughters, son-in-law and daughter-in-law all joined hands in a big circle. One brother led the blessing for our traditional Christmas breakfast, usually presided over by Mom. With amens said, there was a moment’s pause. Then a voice rang out right next to me, “What’s a guy gotta do to get a hug around here?”

Confused and stunned, I turned and dissolved into tears as my son wrapped his arms around me, and my sobbing daughter joined in the hug. My brothers and sister sent him a plane ticket to surprise us. Everyone had been enlisted to keep the secret and not a single hint leaked out!

All of us faced a difficult holiday season this year, the first without our mother and our sister’s husband…

The Spirit of Giving saved us and brought us all joy. We celebrated the true meaning of Christmas once again.

Thanks, Sue, Doug & Renate, Paul & Beth. Merry Christmas, Mom and Kenny! We love you, Paul- Mom and Miranda!

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