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It’s possible that I’m mellowing in my old age.
Take the colour orange, to start. It used to scream at me and set my teeth on edge, so was avoided at all costs. The only exceptions were in nature – pumpkins, autumn leaves, navel oranges.
If you see me talking to myself please don’t call the padded cell people.
I’m just following the sage advice of scientific researchers who claim that hearing an object’s name can improve our effectiveness in searching for said object, should it be lost.
Over the winter my sewing room (called my quilting studio when I’m feeling high-hat and pretentious) has taken on the appearance of one of those hoarder’s homes on television.
Not that I’m a hoarder; I can toss stuff out with the best of them.
Some people out there really enjoy winter.
They welcome it, crying Hooray instead of muttering Humbug. They own outdoor toys, like skis, sleds and noisy snowmobiles, and actually use them for something other than hanging laundry on. Blizzards bring on happy dances because these storms result in deeper snow, all the better to play in.
By Carol Livingstone
Loose Ends
I’ve been getting a few laughs watching a TV show called “Worst Cooks in America,” where the cooks’ culinary skills are slim to none, and many of them seem to fear foods.
I’ve decided to take full advantage in 2012 of my advanced years so have made a few resolutions regarding same.
• I will no longer consider Velcro closures on my shoes and wearing socks with sandals as fashion faux pas but as perfectly acceptable, even expected, wearable clothing for my age group. When possible I will coordinate sock colour with my shirt, especially when wearing purple.