This week’s Sunday Stealing is called League because it was stolen, once again, from the League of Extraordinary Penpals.
I have an old Betty Crocker cookbook. The one downside is that it calls for certain-sized cans or boxes, but shrinkflation has altered them. For instance, a lasagna recipe suggests 32-ounce cans of sauce, but now they come in 28 ounces.
It would involve writing, doing genealogy, reading, watching JEOPARDY, and going to choir.
Possibly this blog. It has allowed me to clarify my thoughts. But also the community of bloggers because writing this merely for my improvement would be boring.
Cleaning my office, which would be evident if you saw it.
As a kid, I hated almost all vegetables. I actually like broccoli and several others now. But I now despise most canned vegetables. I tried canned spinach a few years ago, which I would eat as a kid, probably hypnotized by Popeye, and I found it VILE. Give me fresh or if necessary, frozen.
I was undoubtedly listening to music. But they weren’t sad tears; they were happy tears. Maybe it was As by Stevie Wonder.
I think most people want to help if they can.
I’ve been watching a lot about Artificial Intelligence and how it can be used for good. Or not. This 60 Minutes piece speaks to this.
When I was three years old, I fell down the stairs between my grandparents’ place and ours. There is a scar below my lower lip where facial hair refuses to grow.
And I probably won’t write it down here, either.
Black History Month at my church for at least a decade, being the one in my Bible group to make sure we have the Zoom link. I was in charge of the mail order, balancing the checkbook, and making the bank deposit when I worked at FantaCo, a comic book store, in the 1980s. Undoubtedly other things.
The choir people
Travel, doing genealogy.