Sunday, June 26, 2016

Linda's Letters

Saturday, December 3, 2011

On Thanksgiving, we sat around the table and played Pictionary. We had the best time. I laughed so hard and so much my stomach hurt. At one point I almost didn't make it to the bathroom in time. Sometimes I laughed until I cried.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Thanksgiving dinner is now just a gastric memory with the wishbone drying on the kitchen windowsill waiting for two people to make a wish. (I'm still waiting for my horse.)

It's fun to hear about people's holiday traditions and stories.

This year, Thanksgiving at my house was a little out of the norm. Harry was in Maine on a hunting trip. But Harry was also sitting at my table. Now how could that be, you ask?

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Let's talk turkey. You know, that ugly bird that tastes delicious and is the centerpiece on our Thanksgiving tables?

While perusing the Internet for some facts about the turkey, I learned:

Ÿ A young turkey is called a poult. (Is that short for poultry?)

Ÿ A male turkey is a stag and a female is a hen (Harry, my Hunter Man, disagrees. He says a male turkey is a "Tom" or a gobbler. I'm going with Hunter Man.)

Ÿ The domestic turkey originates in Mexico and was brought over by explorers in the 1500s. (I wonder if it had a Green card?)

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Do you have goals?

You know, an object or end that you strive to attain, something you aim for.

Anndrea Yetter of Saylorsburg, had a goal to run and complete the New York City Marathon on Sunday, Nov. 6. Her goal was to complete it under 4 hours. She attained that goal. She finished the race in 3 hours, 54 minutes, 10 seconds.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Just call me Wendy Whiner. I hate to keep harping on the same old subjects but ...


Have I told you lately how much I hate winter? And snow, in particular?

Oh sure, Saturday's snowfall was absolutely beautiful! Picture perfect. If I had been Courier or Ives, I'd been painting up a storm.

We have friends who are still out of power.

I missed a baby shower.

And this Halloween costume party we were invited to, (and was really looking forward to,) was canceled. It's been rescheduled for tonight.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

"We have to go to Aunt June and Uncle Bobby's," I tell Harry.

"Why?" Mr. Nosy asks.

Like I need a reason to go see my aunt and uncle?

But, Mr. Nosy knows me well.

I've known for months this day was coming. I put off telling Harry what I had committed myself to. That's because I didn't want to have to deal with the eye-rolling and getting "The Look." You know. The one that says "You're nuts!" and "Can you make my life any more difficult than it already is?" all rolled up into "The Look."

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Every once in a while, I read or see something that hits me up alongside of the head and I feel compelled to share these random thoughts with you.

Recently I attended a dramatic reading of the book "Fahrenheit 451" by Ray Bradbury, written in 1953. The book is about Guy Montag, a fireman in a future American society where reading is outlawed and firemen start fires to burn books. The novel is a critique of what Bradbury saw as issues in American society of the era.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

So. If you've been reading my column, you know we've been renovating the kitchen.

What started out as just putting in hardwood floors turned into a major renovation. It began on Feb. 22. Almost eight months later, it's still not completed. (I won't bore you with the details.) But I see the light at the end of the tunnel. Only one thing remains to be done and that is to tile the backsplash. Yeah!

You know what I have learned through this experience?

I am the most indecisive person alive.

A home improvement project always costs more than you originally planned for.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

(This column has adult content and may not be suitable for anyone who doesn't believe in the holy state of matrimony.)

Harry and I are celebrating our 40th wedding anniversary on Sunday.

Forty years of wedded bliss!

You know, we use that phrase a lot. But what does "wedded bliss" really mean?

Wedded means "married." Bliss means "great joy or happiness." Put together, it should mean being married has brought great joy to the happy couple.

I was lying in bed the other night thinking about how long 40 years is. That's 14,600 days.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

There are two emails circulating right now that relate to the September 11, 2001 terror attack on America. The content of both are worthy of reading and watching, over and over.

The first email is a video "World Trade Center Memorial," narrated by Joe Daniels, president of the National Sept. 11 Memorial and Museum.

It begins with the Twin Towers as they stood majestically against a beautiful American blue sky. They were iconic American landmarks that have been relegated to a very tragic moment in this country's history.