This Sunday Stealing looks back at 2023. But it has very little overlap with my annual reflection which I stole from Kelly.
Sunday Stealing looks back at 2023
not for the last time
Roger Green: a librarian's life, deconstructed.
not for the last time
This Sunday Stealing looks back at 2023. But it has very little overlap with my annual reflection which I stole from Kelly.
Billboard
The topic for Sunday Stealing is the December 25 holiday, probably because it’s almost Christmas. I note there are 12 questions, one for the drummers, one for the pipers…
Or maybe it was the first Hess truck that my wife bought for me in the early 2000s and every year since. I am almost encircled by them right now.
At work, we had a gift exchange. One bozo filled up a container with random screws and nails.
I have LOTS of favorite Christmas songs. Check my upcoming posts and yesterday’s. I’ll pick What Christmas Means To Me by Stevie Wonder or Coventry Carol by Alison Moyet. But I have many holiday albums, religious and secular.
It has morphed over time. We used to go to my in-laws. It seems recently, and certainly since COVID, it’s been rather haphazard. This is also true, BTW, of Thanksgiving.
Eggnog and amaretto.
I believe in Santa now, more than ever.
Once again, it is haphazard. It can be from early December to a day or two before Christmas Eve.
In years past, I was ahead of the curve. There was a medieval faire in October, and I always bought something for my wife, but it’s defunct. So, this year, WAY behind.
I’m not sure I have one. It’s A Wonderful Life is a lot better than I thought it would be. Scrooged was interesting in parts. I’ve recorded Elf because I’ve never seen it. Rotten Tomatoes has made a list of the best movies, and they have The Holdovers on it. I’ll say that. Of the old-time ones, possibly Miracle on 34th Street, because I’m a sucker for a courtroom drama.
I wrote about a few of them here. 1966: Christmas was on a Sunday. I delivered the paper six evenings a week, back in the olden days when there WERE afternoon papers, and then on Sunday morning, back in Binghamton, NY. My father, who NEVER helped me with my route because it was MY job, not his – not that I ever asked him – got up (or maybe stayed up) to help me deliver that thick newspaper to my customers on Clinton Street, Front Street, and McDonald Avenue. That meant a lot to me, but I doubt I ever said so.
cannot draw a circle
This week’s Sunday Stealing is called Pink. I assumed it meant something else. Instead, the progenitor of the post is something called Fickle in Pink.Barbie World by Nicki Minaj and Ice Spice, with Aqua
No, and yes. On one level, what is done is done. Still, at unexpected times, I ruminate on how I could have done something better, especially this year.
Nope, all gone, two at a time, before I was 30.
I don’t eat peanut butter because I don’t like it. When I was three or four, I ate it a lot, Jif brand. I wondered if I had overdosed on it. The valuable aspect of this is that when I’m eating unlabeled cookies, I can take one bite and suss out the PB ones. This was important because my daughter is allergic to peanuts and most tree nuts.
My right one always, because it’s in less pain than my left. When I walk up or down the stairs, it’s also the right.
Turquoise spatula.
No, and I had no interest in doing so. Yet I wrote about remembering where I was when I heard he died.
Yes, some kids from church. We went to two different events. At some point, it rained, but neither party was a washout.
I hope nothing unless you have been conducting a seance since he died in 2011. But Mr. Peca would be pleased because I’m a thinking, opinioned sort. I remember distinctly that he supported Barry Goldwater for President in 1964 when most of the class backed Lyndon Johnson. But he liked the back-and-forth.
Goodness no. I have to draw a clockface for those cognitive tests they give old people. It’s an oval, at best.
I’m not a fan. It makes me slightly nauseous.
There are two outlets. The one with a power strip allows me to use my laptop, printer, CD boom box, light fixture, and phone charger.
No. I tried a little, but I was not a quick learner.
I make a point of it. When I try to increase my pace, I try to take fewer sidewalk panels, two instead of three, e.g.
I don’t know. I usually go to bed after my wife does and in the dark. Currently, they are blue flannel.
hot under the collar
The Sunday Stealing this week is about identity, an intriguing topic.
L.L. Bean
This week’s Sunday Stealing is Surveys. But isn’t it Saturday? Why yes it is.
Before that, I want to do some light kvetching. There’s a walkway between our house and the neighbor’s. Two Wednesdays ago, there was a bunch of trash on the ground. I figured it might have blown over – it has been occasionally windy – and it would be picked up by Thursday night with the city garbage pickup on Friday morning.
But it was still there Friday afternoon when I took this picture. Fortunately, it was disposed of by Saturday morning, but now there are TWO shopping carts, one from Whole Foods, the nearest one of which is four miles away. Since there are at least four apartments in the building, I don’t know who to ask, and there’s enough turnover there that I don’t know anyone there presently.
I can’t talk to the absentee landlord because he is a piece of work. He scraped my wife’s vehicle with his rusty pickup truck last month, white paint from our car on his rust bucket. Moreover, there are two witnesses to this.