
Dogs come when they’re called;
cats take a message and get back to you later.
Mary Bly
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Dogs come when they’re called;
cats take a message and get back to you later.
Mary Bly
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Yep, I’m just sitting here waiting for Mama to write something. So far that’s all I’m doing is waiting. Every day she says today’s the day. What’s her problem? She says she can’t think of anything to say that would be interesting. I don’t know why that is stopping her. She talks to me, Jack, and Sophie all the time. Sometimes she wakes us up to talk about stuff.
That is really irritating but we listen for a little bit.
Hopefully, she is just being lazy and will get busy here soon. She did dust and vacuum yesterday. Maybe the laziness is taking a hike somewhere. We hope so, we need our naps to be uninterrupted!
What’s your favorite meal to cook and/or eat?
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One of my favorites is “my” chicken salad. So far everyone I share it with loves it.
I don’t remember where I found the recipe but I’m glad I did! it’s a winner for sure.
Here’s the recipe:
Bake skinless chicken breasts seasoned with Nature’s Seasoning
While still warm cut up into small chunks
Add cranberries and walnuts
Mix in a generous amount of mayonnaise (I use Vegan mayonnaise)
Voila! All done
The salad can be served just as a dish or as a sandwich.
My favorite is with a croissant but bread is okay.
That’s it!
Describe the happiest day of your life.
This is a hard one to answer. I have had a lot of happy days, too many to even remember all of them. But I think one of the happiest was when I was done with school. I didn’t graduate, I just left as soon as it was legal at age sixteen. I was miserable in school. Loved the learning part but hated the rest of it. I did fine without a high school diploma working in retail until I retired.
I have to say retirement has been the best time of my life!
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Do you have a memory that’s linked to a smell?
I have thought about this all day and all I can think of is my mother. She had a distinct smell about her that was all her own. It wasn’t her perfume or the soap she used. It was just her personal fragrance. I haven’t smelled it in a long time, she took it with her when she died. I miss her fragrant presence.
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