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September
A road like brown ribbon
A sky that is blue
A forest of green
With that sky peeping through.
Asters, deep purple,
A grasshopper's call,
Today it is summer,
Tomorrow is fall.
unknown
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When I was a kid I loved popsicles. Even in those Summer months at work a year or so ago Carmen used to bring in a bag or a box full and we'd all partake.
I fear that one of those things my old age has caused me to forget are those various indulgences I used to find so special. I fear that it is evidence for that diminished zest for life I realized was happening around the early 80s prior to full acceptance of the dreaded 'plan b' of the career kind.
Today is National Blueberry Popsicle Day ... yet another of those 'dubious' national holidays likely undeclared by congress. This day celebrates the popsicle, that flavored ice treat on a stick of the blueberry variety.
So any way — regardless of how the day became noteworthy or why we celebrate the blueberry popsicle I hope you can embrace the joy of youth and participate in a little frivolous fun !
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Now this is another one of those observances that I find rather dubious in the "National" connotation — inasmuch as I really don't believe that the day came into being by an act of congress ...
It's National Trail Mix Day, observing that mixture of dried fruit and nuts which I personally consume in mass quantities with great gusto. There are so many varieties with more or less of a "junk food" component and I am particularly fond of the mountain and tropical trail mix varieties.
Trail Mix is one of those commodities we can often find in the office. If I don't get it Steve or someone else will and I partook of some excellent organic tropical trail mix just today.
So even if congress didn't pass bill of declaration I hope you'll take a moment and enjoy a little trail mix. It couldn't hurt and many of those varieties available are simply delicious. Especially if you find yourself several hours from lunch and starving as I frequently find myself !
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One of those social adages I have encountered over the years has been "unlucky at love" whereby the person is single and has never had any serious coupling prospects or something in a similar vein.
Anyway one of those "kiss of death" moments in a blind date introduction for me personally has been the revelation that someone is "unlucky at love" whereby my shields go to maximum and the entire outing becomes yet another lesson in futility.
Why then have I, who pretty much is undatable with my girth and my baldness, been able to attract those females for various excursions when all of these perfectly lovely people who are "unlucky in love" have had to settle for let us say ... less than optimal company.
It's your standards. I set high goals and those women I entertain are in search of that which I can provide: a technical edge. They are not so much concerned with me as a life partner or "Mr Right" as it were as they are with an immediate need I can provide thereby rendering me "Mr Right Now".
I'm typically very satisfied with these relationships because it saves me from having to show anyone the door and let's face it ... "the game" is not something a person my age should have to pursue anyway.
So I'll take what I get from time to time and enjoy those companies which enjoy mine — regardless of the underlying motivation. Should I be sad that there is always some ulterior motive ? I think not. The benefits are highly satisfactory and that's all I really care about.
Someday I may be smitten once again having been there only once in my life. I don't see it happening but would not begrudge it's arrival a single iota.
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The US patent on a waffle iron fell on August 24. This inspired National Waffle Day in the United States. I really enjoy these a small crispy cakes made of batter which has been baked in a waffle iron.
I like them hot with butter and syrup — sometimes honey or fruit compote and whipped cream..
My love of the Belgian Waffle was cultivated in Southern California in the early 1980s at a little place in Laguna Hills where I went every so often for breakfast.
All in all the waffle is one of those things which recurs through my life over the years because I actively pursue them.