Molly Goatwax

I really mean it this time....

O.K., so I admit it. That Scrabble set I gave Hubby was really more for me than for him. But you knew that. I resolve to be less selfish in the coming year. And, uh...I swear I'll exercise more, eat more vegetables and earn more money. I'll be a safer driver ...and I promise to stop pulling corks out of the wine bottles in my neighbors' recycle bins.

in observance

Today marks a year since I last smoked a cigarette. I never thought I could actually say that. Last year I told myself I could have a puff to celebrate when the anniversary arrived, but I cannot now be stirred to go find one. And you know that stronger people than myself have gotten hooked all over again by such indulgences. So! I think that strategy must be re-planned, and without chocolates. I have enough chocolates under my belt.

(12/30) I forgot to say "Yay, me".     YAY ME.

Looking Forward

I suppose everyone takes a picture like this once in a while:

whooops

I got Hubby a super Scrabble set, rather than a standard format but cushy delux Scrabble set. It's back to the toy store we go!

A Stabby little Christmas

I don't know how the AP wire has missed this item from Tuesday's Baltimore Sun Police Blotter feature and kept us from becoming more of a global laughing stock than we already are:

Baltimore Co. - White Marsh

Stabbings Several males were arguing over a ring inside Wal-Mart in the 6400 block of Petrie Way about 6:30 p.m. Sunday when one man pulled out a knife and cut three other males involved in the incident. One of the victims drove himself and the other victims to Franklin Square Hospital Center, where they were treated for injuries to their upper bodies. There were no arrests and the victims were not cooperative with police investigating the incident.

Someone stop me

Today I just happened to find a porcelain light up service station at the thrift store priced attractively at two dollars. With that addition, the town now runs about fifteen linear feet. The other day my heart fluttered at a light up porcelain Bromo Seltzer tower, but it was sixty five dollars. That's not nearly as pricey as these things get. I will refrain, for now.

Solstice

On this darkest day of the year, I have completed my display of lights. The porcelain village needed new bulbs and a fuse in its oldest section and another multiheaded chord to accomodate the new dance hall that sprung up between the movie theatre and the public house this year. The youngster set up fences, figures, signs and vehicles on the white felt beneath the village. A close examination will reveal several accident scenes in front of the Queen Anne mansions and a ninja takeover of the fire house. Because the season would not be complete without toy soldiers aiming their rifles into the light-up windows at the porcelain bookstore.

 

Dim days (Sky Eye 2)

Between picking up shifts at my present jobs and searching, applying for and interviewing at new ones, I have been busy and not as faithful to my daily walking routine. In fact, it had been quite a few months since I put in so much as a mile when I picked up the habit again this week. In spite of the damp chill, a brisk hike helps allay the seasonal blues in the dreariest days of the year. It jump starts the circulation and gets you out to see some sights, banal as they may be. I was amused this morning to see this anamometer sticking up over a platform on some play equipment in someone's back yard;

With the paddles spinning merrily along, I envisioned a junior meteorologist keeping careful notes in a journal.

Eye in the Sky

Pondering

I'm thinking about it, Kel.