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Just a dream?

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Mama? MAMA!!!!!!!!

Jolted awake, Linda stumbled down the darkened hallway, miraculously reaching Benji’s bedside without breaking an ankle on the toys littering his floor.

What is it, baby? What’s wrong?

The robot. It’s watching me!

The Lego robot you built this afternoon? It’s just a toy, sweetie. It can’t watch you.

But its eyes…they lit up!

It was just a dream, love. Lay back down and I’ll tuck you in.

I’m scared, Mama.

Benji, you’re a big boy. Big boys aren’t scared of Legos. Go to sleep.

Linda didn’t notice the glowing orbs that tracked her exit from Benji’s room.

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I know, I know. It’s a picture of the Eiffel Tower. You were probably expecting a tale of love and romance. But all I saw when Rochelle first posted this week’s photo was a creepy robot (sorry, Doug). So that’s the direction I took for my 100-word submission for Friday Fictioneers

 
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Posted by on December 27, 2013 in Fiction

 

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Shake-a shake-a boom boom

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After the chaos I experienced among the pre-holiday shoppers in the big city Christmas Eve, I had absolutely no desire to repeat the experience with the post-holiday bargain hunters today. I opted to stay close to home and just do some run-of-the-mill errands. Exciting stuff like the post office, the dump, the gas station, and the Family Dollar (I couldn’t totally resist the post-Christmas sales…I restocked our supply of wrapping paper and bows at 50% off). It was an easy, low-key day.

Only trouble was, I still had a milkshake on my mind, the one I didn’t get on Tuesday. Unfortunately, out here in the sticks, we don’t have a Chick-fil-A. And, no offense to the Golden Arches Supper Club, a McDonald’s shake just wasn’t going to suffice.

Lucky for me, I have an amazing, kind, generous hubby, who after getting up at 3:15 a.m. for his daily commute, working all day, then sitting in all kinds of traffic on the ride home, still braved the Chick-fil-A drive-thru that had defeated me Christmas Eve. He walked in the door this evening with my chocolate milkshake.

I think he’s a keeper.

 
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Posted by on December 26, 2013 in True Life

 

Merry Christmas to all!

Our favorite gargoyle!I hope Santa picked out something good for you! 😉

In all seriousness, I wish all the blessings of the season for you and your family. May you be surrounded by peace and love this Christmas.

 
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Posted by on December 25, 2013 in True Life

 

Please, sir, I want a milkshake

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All I want is a milkshake. Please? Pretty please?

I don’t know what I was thinking when I planned my day. I guess I’ll blame it on being out of the country for the last five Christmases. I don’t know whether the Christmas Eve madness got worse in my absence, or, like they say about the pain of childbirth, I just blocked it out of my mind.

I did well before I walked out of the house. By 6:45 a.m., I had tutored online for an hour, baked two batches of cookies, and washed all the cookie-making dishes. This day was gonna roll right along.

Then I got in my car and drove to town. I went to the gym…no problem. I went to the Red Cross office and donated blood. Easy peasy. Then I went to the grocery store. Oh. My. Gosh.

Over two hours to find and buy just 17 items. I’ve never seen so many people in a supermarket. The produce section was a total bottleneck…carts scattered every which direction, people wandering aimlessly from clementines to potatoes back to bananas, no fewer than eight stockers with their trolleys parked inconveniently in the major pathways. But that was nothing compared to the baking aisle. Complete gridlock. If anyone managed to get in, they weren’t getting out until the crowd deemed it time. It’s a good thing shopping carts aren’t equipped with horns, or my ears would still be ringing.

By the time I’d gathered everything I could from my list, I felt as beat up as the poor cashier looked. And I’d been to the gym. Plus I’d given blood. I was feeling puny. I needed a milkshake, stat.

Fast forward (not really…traffic wouldn’t allow it) to the Chick-fil-A drive-thru. It’s a two-lane set-up, and they were stacked eight deep on both sides when I pulled up. Obviously, all the last-minute bargain hunting had driven the entire shopping public to starvation. Chick-fil-A has always had my respect as the fastest, friendliest, most efficient fast food establishment EVER, so I was not worried. Ten minutes after taking my place in line, I hadn’t moved an inch. Not. One. Inch. Cars continued to pile up behind me, and all the slots for dine-in customers were filled. Christmas would be here before I got a milkshake. I pulled out of line in defeat.

I’ve been away for five years. Apparently I no longer know how things work around here. Can someone tell me when the holiday retail madness subsides and a girl can get a milkshake?

 
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Posted by on December 24, 2013 in Observations

 

Weekly photo challenge: One

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I’ve been fast enough on the shutter release to capture several dragonflies in my day, but this is the only hot pink one I’ve ever seen.

You can check out other photographers’ interpretations of The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: One here.

 
 

Travel Theme: Winter

It is an unseasonable 72°F in Virginia as I search to find “winter” photos for Ailsa’s weekly travel theme at Where’s my backpack? The warm temperatures remind me that some of my favorite aspects of the season have nothing to do with cold and snow.

However, on a normal December day, it is cold here. I hate being cold. Winter gives me an excuse to find all sorts of warm woolly socks.

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In almost all the places I’ve ever lived, winter brings snow, and snow brings me all kinds of joy.

 
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Posted by on December 22, 2013 in Challenges, Photography, Sunday Best

 

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Don’t worry, I got dinner…for the next 365 nights

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Ever have one of those days when you wonder if you did, indeed, just fall off the turnip truck? When you come across something so completely foreign to you, but presented so matter-of-factly, that you wonder in paranoia if you are the only one on the planet who had never considered it?

Welcome to my Saturday morning.

I was innocently browsing the Costco “Online-Only Offers” sales flyer that came in yesterday’s mail, when I stumbled across this product:

4-Person 1-Year Food Storage
30,144 total servings of vital nutrients. Including grains, fruit, vegetables, dairy, protein, baking essentials, and drinks. Up to a 25-year shelf life. $3,499.99 delivered after $500 off.

I’m not totally naïve. We get ice storms and the occasional hurricane here in Virginia…it’s very possible we could be stuck without power for a couple days. Nor am I totally unprepared; we have some basic emergency supplies, and I even know where most of them are. But our food rations, when they haven’t been raided because I’m too lazy to go to the store, consist of a case of bottled water, a Costco-sized multi-pack of canned tuna, some sliced peaches in light syrup, a jar of Jif, and a mega-box of granola bars. Stockpiling a year’s worth of food never, ever, not once crossed my mind.

Is this for real? Do people really do this? Judging by the nine product reviews on the Costco website (seven of which actually seemed legit) people really do. Browsing the site for more info only led to more questions.

Why? Why would anyone hoard a year’s worth of food? Nuclear attack? Asteroid impact? Alien invasion? Zombie apocalypse?

What will the neighbors think when the UPS man rolls up your drive and stacks 63 boxes on the front porch? Apparently, UPS is not involved—it seems that a private shipper, in a truck much larger than the standard brown UPS van, delivers a pallet, which is discretely wrapped in black plastic to hide its contents from the prying eyes of neighbors.

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Why the need to hide this delivery from the neighbors? A couple guesses here. One, so that they won’t be able to confirm that you are indeed the paranoid doomsday adherent they’ve always suspected you to be. Two, so that when the end does come, you won’t have to defend your stash from hordes of ravenous neighbors who know that back in 2013 you alone on the block prepared for this very scenario.

Where does one store this kind of cache? The shipment consists of 378 #10 (one gallon) cans of food. At an average of 4.5 pounds per can (dependent upon contents), that’s 1710 pounds of food that needs a home. I’ve never seen a pantry designed for that sort of storage. Shelves would buckle, and it wouldn’t surprise me if the floor wouldn’t follow suit. Even in our house, where our “safe room” is a concrete floored, windowless storage room tucked in the back corner of the lower level, stockpiling that much food would be a logistical nightmare.

How does the manufacturer ensure a 25-year shelf life (on selected products)? I slice a banana onto a scoop of vanilla ice cream to make a banana split, and the fruit is turning brown before I get downstairs and settle on the couch to eat it. What in God’s name does one do to banana slices (two cans are included) to make them last for 25 YEARS??

What should one do with all this food In the event that the end of the world as we know it does not come before the food’s expiration date? At $3499.99, I certainly can’t, in good conscience, just send it to the landfill. On the eve of their 20-year expiration, do I donate 27 pounds of fudge brownies to the local elementary school’s bake sale? Do I throw a party in year 10, and try to slip 18 pounds of canned sausage into some creative hors d’oeuvre? As for the 42 cans of hard white winter wheat, I wouldn’t have the foggiest idea where to start, short of chucking it out the back door for the birds.

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Best if used before December 2038.

 Photo courtesy of Grain Inspection, Packers
and Stockyards Administration, USDA.

After a whole day of pondering these imponderables, I’m exhausted. Regardless of how irresponsible it makes me seem, I can’t see myself purchasing a year’s worth of food to be delivered on a shrink-wrapped pallet. If the world ends and we run out of tuna and peanut butter, perhaps someone better prepared than I will share a can or two of taco TVP*.

*TVP = textured vegetable protein

 
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Posted by on December 21, 2013 in Observations, On Life, True Life