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December 3, 2016 / Meredith

Weekend Coffee Share ~ 12/03/16

Welcome back!  I’ve been remiss in my writing endeavors not only here but everywhere.  I haven’t even written out my Christmas cards yet.

This week I was not quite myself as I had to depart from my usual and most comfortable hermit mode.  I was social.  Very social.  Social to the point of scaring myself.  It was scary mostly because I enjoyed myself way more than a hermit should when socializing.

Monday I was a cool cat and went to a music cafe to watch my nephews (plus two other band members) perform.  The place was great and was filled with family and friends of the band members.  There were some people there who didn’t know the band, but it was mostly moms and dads and grandparents and aunties and friends.  It was a fun time and I’m amazed my nephews can play instruments they taught themselves to play.  I had Johnny Cash songs running through my head the entire next day.

Tuesday Knick and I went to visit and old college friend of his.  He and his wife were at our wedding and we haven’t seen them since.  Plus, I only met them at our wedding so basically these people were strangers to me.  Social anxiety me was kind of nervous about this gathering, but Hein and Susan put me at ease right away.  Such wonderful people!  I’ve decided I want to adopt them as my BFFs and will be having them to our house in the very near future for another fun night of gabbing and eating.  I don’t know why Knicky didn’t keep up with these guys, because they’re without a doubt the nicest people in the universe.

Wednesday I had the night off from social events, which was a good thing because two nights of socializing in a row nearly makes me spontaneously combust.

Thursday I took my friend out for a birthday dinner.  Yes, I said “my” friend.  If I adopt Hein and Susan as BFFs I’ll have accumulated three friends.  Told you I was a hermit.  Anyway, we went to a restaurant that’s kind of fancy and while we were sitting at our table drinking the cocktails we ordered at the bar before being seated we both acquired the super power of invisibility.  We sat there for forty minutes and no one waited on us.  The place wasn’t busy, and  wait staff continually walked by our table but apparently didn’t see us sitting there waiting to order.  We finished our drinks and got up to leave.  The manager was at the hostess station and hoped we had a nice meal and I said, “um, no.”  Quite frankly I was surprised that he addressed me at all because clearly we were invisible to everyone else.  After I told him about the neglect we’d received he offered to pay for our dinner.  Aw hell no, and plus I’m going to spread it around town that this place sucks!  Friend and I went to another restaurant right down the street, were waited on immediately.  Unfortunately our super powers of invisibility were gone, but at least we got to eat and had a nice evening of bonding.

Friday I took the annual trek to a famous holiday bazaar in the city with Charlotte and our mom.  It was a great opportunity for me to pick up some unique Christmas gifts and bond with the ladies of my family.  Also included in the outing was a lunch consisting of lobster bisque and a visit to Anthony Scornavacco Antiques.  We brought the day to a close by having cocktails and dessert.  Again, nice bonding, but by this time my introverted hermit self was fit to be tied.

Today I spent some quality time with a frasier fir and did some laundry.  It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, so I better reserve my resources in the next day or two for a lot more socializing in the near future.

See what others are talking about over coffee by clicking on the linky thing. 

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October 9, 2016 / Meredith

Weekend Coffee Share ~ 10/08/16

It’s way too late for coffee.  Maybe some decaf?  Or a glass of wine?  I’ll have some wine and tell you what’s going on.

I spent the day playing vendor at a pretty major craft fair today.  Despite huge crowds I was a little disappointed with my sales.  However, Knick and I gave it our best shots at making the day at least entertaining.  What’s more entertaining than people watching?!

One of the first things that happened in the morning, that would be around 7:30 a.m., was a vendor who came in and pretty much told a bunch of us who’d already started setting up our canopies that we weren’t in the right positions.  In the craft show world the organizers of the shows tell vendors where to set up.  Knick and I set up exactly where we were told to set up, as did the other artisans around us.  Mrs. Bossy Boots told us we were wrong.  Knicky and I, along with the other half-set-up artisans wouldn’t budge, nor give Mrs. Bossy Boots the time of day.  Except for at one point I flipped her the bird while her back was turned to me.  I know, I’m a coward, but the vibe sunk in, along with the many glaring looks I gave her throughout the day.

Mrs. Bossy Boots sold pillows.  Fleece covered pillows.  A steal at $15 for anyone who doesn’t know how to sew a straight line on a sewing machine.  I’m pretty sure she made lots more money than I did today, which made me hate her more than ever.  Plus, she reminded me of my ex-sister-in-law’s mother, who is a loud-mouthed hillbilly.


One older lady came into my booth and looked at the cute magnet sets I sell.  Sets, meaning themes.  Flowers, Barbies, fruits, Drinking Buddies – sets of six magnets pertaining to the same theme.  This woman asked me if I had any “team” magnets, as in football teams.  I wanted to reach over the craft-filled table and punch the dentures right out of her mouth.  I’m not about sports, much less teams, which is completely obvious  to anyone who pays attention to my booth contents.  I’m about cool and funny and ironic.  Grunting sports is not my gig.  In my head I told her sports are at least one-half of what’s wrong with our country and she should expand her intellectual and artistic horizons.  In reality I just shook my head no.  A very definitive NO, without apology.


There were a few woman throughout the day who led their men around by the nose ring.  The guys would come into my booth and see things they thought were cool or funny and their wives/girlfriends/women talked them out of buying what they wanted.  That drives me up a wall.  Seriously?  If a woman can get her guy to go to a craft fair in the first place she should at least let him buy what he wants, right?  Guys, take a stand and buy that funny shit!


Then there are the children.  I love the children.  One of them was very appropriately told by her mother not to touch anything.  Good plan, mothers!  Look, but don’t touch, especially if you have sticky fingers.  However, this little girl was very interested in the candles I sell, so I would pick up this one and hold it to her nose and let her take a deep sniff.  “Mmm,” she’d say.  Then she’s point at another and wonder what that one smelled like.  “Gingerbread Cookies,” I’d answer, and hold it to her nose for another deep sniff.  Kids love smelling candles, and if their parents have the least interest in having candles in their houses the kids can convince them to buy one or two.  Unfortunately, this kid didn’t show enough love, or the parent was not about the candles in the house or, especially, if there’s a pet in the house.  Alas, no sale, but a little girl who got a couple of whiffs of goodness.  Kids love smelling candles, and I get a lot of enjoyment out of watching them experience that.


Yeah, I have to admit that even though some of the craft fairs I attend don’t result in great revenue they’re at least entertaining.  Plus it gets me out in the fresh air for a change.  I spend way too much time in the confines of my house and even more, my studio.

Yay craft shows, for giving me more entertainment than Hollywood could ever hope to present.


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September 26, 2016 / Meredith

Share Your World ~ 2016 Week 39

A class you wish you would have taken?

I got really good grades in writing classes in high school and I wish I’d taken more writing classes in college.

What’s your favorite comic figure and why?

Comic figures are a puzzlement to me.  Even as a child I didn’t get into the comics very much.  That probably accounts for my cynical nature.

Name something you wish you could like.

There are so many things I don’t like and I’m pretty satisfied with not liking those things.  After all, if we liked everything we’d all be the same because everyone would like everything and that would make for a very boring human race.  We’d be like androids.  Our personalities would cease to exist.  Crime would run rampant.  There would be no successes or failures in the arts.  All tastes in food would be the same.

OK, I get it.  The question wasn’t “what if we all liked everything.”  I’m just saying I’m perfectly happy with my dislikes and haven’t missed out on anything nor have been shunned for disliking those things I dislike.  It’s who I am.

Tell me about your first crush / first date / first kiss.

My first crush/date/kiss were all with the same boy and the date and kiss took place at the same time.  Yes, I kissed on the first date!  But here’s the story:

I was fifteen and he was sixteen.  I asked him to the Sadie Hawkins dance at school and he accepted.  The thing is, the Sadie Hawkins dance at our school was kind of like a Hoedown hillbilly thing (I wore my very sexy overalls).  There were mock weddings performed for the couples (a la shotgun weddings) and everyone was pretty much expected to participate.  My date and I put off the wedding part as long as we could because we knew he’d have to “kiss the bride,” and we’d never even been out on a date before.  We were both very uncomfortable with the idea.

One of the teachers was the preacher.  We got married and when it came time to kiss we pretty much pecked each other on the lips.  The teacher/preacher said, “come on, you can do better than that!”  We tried again, holding the kiss a little longer, but it was a very dry, closed-mouth kiss.  The teacher/preacher rolled his eyes and pronounced us man and wife.

Interestingly this boy and I remained friends for a very long time and were even friends with benefits for a while (we were out of high school by then).  I don’t know what has become of him by now despite my trying to track him down – he kind of disappeared after I got married to someone else for real (Knicky), over thirty years after that first date/kiss.  Maybe he packed it all in when he discovered I’d been the one that got away.

Who was your best friend when you were 10?

Wow, that’s a lot of years ago.  My best friend when I was ten might have been Barbie B.  She beat me out as the lead in the class operetta we were putting on for the parents.  I can still remember the tryout song:

Give me your hand, oh queen so fair
And I will tell you what I see there
Sorrow and grief, and deep despair
Someone is missing for whom you care

I’m not friends with Barbie B. anymore, but I know her mother died, her dad has a girlfriend and doesn’t spend much time with his children, her brothers are generally icky, and Barbie herself married a stoner pretty quick out of high school.  She was the star of the 5th grade operetta, but I think my life turned out way better than hers.

What sign are you? Do you believe in astrology?

I am Leo.  Below I’ve listed what a Leo is generally like, and in parentheses I’ve assessed how I measured up.  Green is a match and red is not a match.

Strengths: Creative (sort of), passionate (used to be), generous (yes), warm-hearted (definitely), cheerful (sort of), humorous (not in my opinion)

Weaknesses: Arrogant (totally not), stubborn (totally), self-centered (totally), lazy (totally), inflexible (have been officially diagnosed as having an adjustment disorder, so totally)

Leo likes: Theater (not so much), taking holidays (only with certain people), being admired (sure), expensive things (not so much), bright colors (orange is my favorite), fun with friends (I’m a self-proclaimed hermit)

Leo dislikes: Being ignored (I’m often invisible to others, which I find curious but not necessarily distasteful), facing difficult reality (there’s the adjustment disorder again), not being treated like a king or queen (totally do NOT have to be treated like a queen; I’m not a diva nor a pretty princess)

According to the Zodiac one of the worse people I could hook up with is a Taurus.  Knick is a Taurus and we’ve been married for twenty years.

Interestingly, the boy of my first crush/date/kiss (mentioned above) is a Scorpio, which is also supposed to be a bad match for a Leo.  I guess I just don’t know what’s good for me.

Thirteen green (agree) statements versus nine red (disagree) statements.  I guess I might believe in astrology a bit according to this little assessment.

This post is long enough as it is, so I’m not going to get into the gratitude part of SYW.  Suffice it to say I’ve had a really good week and hope for a good week to come.

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September 24, 2016 / Meredith

Weekend Coffee Share ~ 09/24/16

So sorry I missed having coffee earlier today, although I must say I had a delightful time drinking apple cider at an apple orchard festival.

Yes, and I also spent time with some very interesting people.

There was the happy-go-lucky couple, she a tiny slip of a thing and he a cheerful and chatty guy.  Knick enjoys playing with Steve; playing entails escaping the crowds for some boy talk and a beer.  Debbie and I smile and nod knowingly to each other when our husbands run away to play.

Then there was the gypsy girl who has no permanent residence and travels places most of us can only dream of.  She admired my new eye glasses, which makes me think I might be almost as funky and free as she is.

I can’t forget Joyce and Doug, a painting pair.  Doug is especially interesting because as a hard-working farm hand with a bum leg, halting speech and a bit of a memory problem you’d never imagine he could paint as beautifully as he does.  What he lacks physically he makes up a thousandfold in soul.  His professional partner Joyce always has a story to tell.  One I heard today was that her husband likes to take pictures of people on riding lawnmowers just to prove that most of them are fat.

There was also the retired State Trooper with a charming Scottish accent.  Who knew someone with a career like that could be so jolly instead of jaded?  Plus, he loves his wife completely.

In comparison to these people I feel like a total bore.  But I try to drive into my head the quote by Mark Twain, “Comparison is the death of joy.”  So I’ll go on living my life, trying to make it as meaningful and fulfilling as I can while still enjoying the company of extremely interesting people.  After all, these people might just go home and say to themselves or others, “that Meredith, what an awesome creature.”

Indeed I am.

To see who else is having coffee just click on the blue linky frog.


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September 19, 2016 / Meredith

Share Your World ~ 2016 Week 38

Are you a hugger or a non-hugger? 

NON!  I’ll hug Knick, and sometimes members of my family, but I’ve never been one to hug.   When hugging became the new handshake I was horrified, but have tried to be gracious to anyone who comes toward me with open arms.

Here’s a hugging story for you:  When Charlotte got married to Pinky I was very happy for them both, but not being a hugger I was uncomfortable in the receiving line, especially when I approached Pinky.  I bit the bullet and threw one arm around his shoulders.  Unfortunately my other hand held a glass of champagne, which during the hug accidentally spilled all over Charlotte’s wedding gown.  Since then Pinky and I only fist bump.

What is your least favorite Candy?

I love candy of all kinds; however, two types I’ll avoid are 1) black licorice and 2) hard, chalky candies like Necco Wafers or those little hearts with sayings on them that are around on Valentine’s Day.

Also, I favor chewy over sucky.

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “fun”?

There goes ten minutes out of my life – trying to figure out the answer to this.  Kind of defeats the “first thing” part of the question.  My idea of fun is anything I want to do when I want to do it.  That can range from reading a good book for eight hours straight to spring cleaning chores.  If I want to do something and am able to do it, I think it’s fun.  So I guess the first thing that comes to mind when I hear the word “fun” is ME, in a selfish way, that is.

List of Favorite Smells: What smells do you love? Whether it’s vanilla scented candles or the smell of coffee in the morning or the smell of a fresh spring rain…make a list of all the things you love for a little aromatherapy.

  • wet dirt
  • freshly baked bread
  • sauerkraut
  • someone else’s cigarette smoke
  • a beef roast cooking slowly in the crock pot

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

I’m grateful for not having had to hug any strangers last week, and also for recovering from the insomniatic psychosis of this past weekend.  This week I’m looking forward to spending the weekend at an apple orchard festival.  Unfortunately some hugs will be required.

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September 17, 2016 / Meredith

Weekend Coffee Share ~ 09/17/2016

Welcome back to weekend coffee share.  I’m not sure if this is a good idea because 1) I don’t like coffee and 2) I don’t necessarily like “sharing.”  Sharing is too sappy of a word for me, but because our hostess refers to it as Weekend Coffee Share, I’ll give in and use the term.

Never mind my sour attitude today, I’ve been up for twenty-four hours and am nearly ready to collapse.  Don’t ask me what I did throughout the wee hours of the night because I don’t want to “share.”  Suffice it to say I was actually productive, but the rest of the day will probably be a total loss for me.

I had plans to do laundry and hang it out on the clothesline today, but that bastard weather guy lied to me.  He said it would be sunny and breezy today, perfect for hanging laundry, but it turns out it’s cloudy and really humid.  No matter, I’ve started the laundry and am using the dryer instead of hanging it outside.  I don’t feel like wasting my time hanging when I know damn well my clothes wouldn’t be dry by sunset.  Plus, I can’t even imagine what the neighbors would think of me if I were hanging my laundry out on a day like today.  Not that I really care what they think, but why give them fodder when it’s avoidable?

And don’t give me advice on how to deal with insomnia.  It’s not about not being able to sleep, it’s about deep play.  Have you ever had that?  When you get so engrossed in something that you lose all track of time and space?  It happens to me and I usually don’t regret it until about five hours after I’m done “playing” and realize I forgot to go to bed and sleep.  And then I’m a complete waste product for the next twenty-four to thirty-six hours.  If I’m lucky I’ll remember to take the bath I neglected to take last night.  Knick would appreciate it if I cleaned up a little, I’m sure.

I’m not surprised that I had a sudden burst of deep play last night – last week I was plagued with an ear/headache that lasted for two and a half days.  I got nothing done and also was unable to keep my tennis date with Charlotte on a lovely, sunny, cool day.  Sort of like the kind of day I was hoping for today so I could hang my laundry outside.  Bah!  I’m just saying that I was of infirm health and missed out on what was the perfect day for  game of tennis, even though we don’t actually play games, per se.  We just volley the ball back and forth during those times we’re not fetching the balls that have gone to the far end of the court or over the fence.

I’m just saying that because I was not well last week made me forge ahead and do lots of stuff last night.  You know how that is?  If you sit around for a few days you get itchy and need to do stuff.  No?  Well, that’s how I get.  My body at rest doesn’t tend to stay at rest like physics would predict.

So, to sum it all up, because I was pretty much unable to do anything last week I crammed several day’s worth of stuff into one, long, sleepless night.  I feel good about what I accomplished, but now I’m cross-eyed and kind of buzzy in the head for lack of sleep.

All of this rambling will probably convince you to never visit me for coffee ever again.  But I can assure you that by this time next week I’ll have had good health and plenty of sleep and I won’t be babbling on like a lunatic as I’m doing today.

Have you participated in any deep play lately?

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To see who else is having coffee just click on the blue linky frog.

September 12, 2016 / Meredith

Share Your World ~ 2016 Week 37

Have you ever owned a rock, pet rock, or gem that is not jewerly?

I own some rocks, but they aren’t my pets.  They aren’t my “hard and stony children,” which would be similar to the phrase “furry children” that some people use when referring to their dogs and cats, hamsters and chinchillas .  Maybe if I thought of the rocks as pets I’d say they were my hard and stony children, but they don’t “complete me” like other people’s pets do.  They’re rocks, are contained in a bucket in my basement, and have been for many years.  I’m still deciding what to do with them as they are smooth, round stones from Lake Michigan.  I’m very glad I don’t have to feed them, and even more glad they don’t poop all over the place like “furry children” would.

What is your greatest strength or weakness?

My nephews call me Mighty Littlefoot.  They must think I have the strength of ten men (plus with very little feet), except I’m pretty sure not because they also like to mock me.  I can’t really say for sure what my greatest strength or weakness is, and thank God I don’t have to answer that question in a job interview.  I remember when I interviewed for my first big girl job the boss asked me what kind of qualities I have.  I answered, “I’m a nice person.”  He sort of chuckled and went on with the interview.  I got the job and I remained employed in that same government agency for over thirty-five years.  So I guess my greatest strength is that I’m a nice person.

What makes you feel grounded? 

My parents, when I was in high school.  Get it?  Grounded?

Would you rather never be able to eat warm food or never be able to eat cold food?

If given this question to answer or die, I’d say I’ll opt for the warm food.  Warm and hot.  In Minnesota we have many more months suitable for hot soups and casseroles (better known as “hot dish” in MN) than for salads and other cold and cool foods.  Warm, definitely.  Don’t need that cold food on my very sensitive teeth anyway.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

I’m grateful for a husband who will put up with me no matter what.  I can be a little wonky sometimes, and he’s a very good sport.  During the week coming up I’m looking forward to being very productive both domestically and in a crafty way.  I love a clean house and I’m always looking for fun projects to make my life worth living – projects that include bottle caps and beads and paint stripper and fabric shears.  As Norman Bates said, “every boy [and girl] needs a hobby.”  Luckily my interests don’t lie in killing people and keeping my dead mother’s corpse around just so I can talk to her.

Cee’s Share Your World is a weekly feature and all are welcome to play along.

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