I’m going through a tough season.

I think our family tradition is anything goes except TURKEY. I tried to revive the turkey last year because it gave me a good reason to make Alby’s bourbon sweet potatoes. Boozy potatoes don’t make us suddenly like turkey. Lesson learned.

It’s that time of year—cookie-making season.  

I ran into a former colleague this week who knows my office always gets my “World (or at least) WORK famous” chocolate chip cookies, and she immediately asked about them and told me how much she misses them.  

Last week, while doing some office cleaning, I came across an obituary for my Grandpa Preston.  What caught my eye this time was that he had grown up in Cordova, KY.  Naturally inquisitive, I looked it up and discovered it was exactly 9.6 miles from where I was headed in KY for our cousins' (on the other side) reunion.  

Tomorrow, RubyG, my bright lime green Subaru Crosstrek “Hot Wheel,” and I are hitting the road. I have 4 different places booked for this 7-day trip, so it will be a lot of driving.

For as long as I can remember, my hair has been difficult.

Partly due to my boomer status. I grew up not even knowing the word ‘PRODUCT’ let alone the miracles it could bestow on my very straight, very fine hair.

No, I was only familiar with V05 when my attempt to add glamour to my Jr. High look instead turned me into a greaser who looked like I'd never shampooed, even after multiple washes to try to get that grease out.

My body remembers anniversaries, and this one is no different. It started at midnight, when I woke up. Then again at 2:30. With the help of a sleep aid, I slept until 7:30 this morning, but even coffee in the gazebo didn't ease my troubled spirit.

This post comes with a warning.  It’s a consumer vent.   At the end of the post, you will be asked to post 5 if you strongly agree with me.  Any score less than a perfect 5 should be sent to me in a private message (which I’ll ignore). The goal is not information or improvement.  The goal is a perfect score.  There is an ego riding on this, so please don’t mess it up.