Thursday, November 23, 2017

Happy Thanksgiving!


And may you have a comfy chair awaiting you after the feast!


Friends and family are gathering here today. I'm doing the turkey, gravy, dressing, rolls, pumpkin chiffon pie, and my grandmother's cranberry-celery-pineapple-pecan gelatin salad. Friends and family are bringing starters, sides, and more desserts.

I've been pecking away at various things since Sunday -- getting as much as possible done in advance. 


In a fit of nostalgia-inspired hubris, I decided to attempt butterflake rolls -- the rolls John and I both remember from the Thanksgivings of our youth.  They came from Nagles' Bakery in Tampa and were sublime. I hope this recipe will turn out to be something like what we both remember. (As I posted this Wednesday night, I'll have to let you know in the comments how they were.)

I am SO thankful to be here for Thanksgiving rather than incarcerated in a nursing home as I was last year!


And, of course  we're thankful for Josie!
What a joy it is to have her in our lives!

May your Thanksgiving be as you would have it! I'm thankful for your friendship.


Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Begging the Question


Recently I was helping a friend with a manuscript she was preparing and she had used the phrase "begs the question"  -- but it didn't sound right, not in that context. She had used it in the sense of "demands that the question be asked" but I was pretty sure that wasn't what  the phrase really means. Kinda like the judge who said, "I can't define porn but I know it when I see it."

So I went to Mr. Google HERE  and found that my instinct was right -- Begging the Question is a logical fallacy -- also known as Circular Reasoning or petitio principia.


Here's a fine example from an old Burns and Allen sketch.

Gracie: Gentlemen prefer blondes.
George: How do you know that?
Gracie: A gentleman told me.
George: How did you know he was a gentleman?
Gracie: Because he preferred blondes.

Or this:


Alas, since looking it up, I've seen example after example in the press or on the internet of people using the phrase as my friend did. I have a real feeling that this incorrect usage is on its way to acceptance. Which isn't surprising as to beg the question certainly sounds like it means to ask for the question.

Our changing language . . .

Be on the lookout for circular reasoning if you find yourself at the Thanksgiving table and involved in one of those arguments that your irascible uncle or your holier-than-thou mother-in-law is likely to prompt.





Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Flowers in Late November


The pansies and violas will persist throughout the winter (if nothing don't happen) but this is the roses' last hurrah. 




Monday, November 20, 2017

Milestone!




For the past few weeks, Josie has been very interested in this eating thing she sees her family doing. She's watched us and moved her mouth as if she were chewing and even made grabs at plates of food. Now that she is six months old, she is getting introduced to solids and Saturday night was the first time. 

She was more than ready.




Sunday, November 19, 2017

Lights in Dark Places


The glory of full Autumn is past but a few trees are still holding to their bright leaves -- and they are spectacular as they flare up amidst the gray trunks and dark bare branches of the woods.


How far that little candle throws its beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

It's a naughty world, all right. Maybe we all, not just Boy Scouts, should try to do a good deed every day.

Call a Congressman, volunteer, smile at a stranger, help someone somehow, support a charity, pick up a piece of litter,
put the shopping buggy back thoughtfully, be patient with someone who makes you impatient, make something for someone . . . there are so many good deeds waiting to be done . . .  waiting to make our world shine bright.


Saturday, November 18, 2017

On the Way







Sometimes I take a slightly different route to the grocery store . . . wild and crazy me!

Friday, November 17, 2017

Dream Houses


I could live in a cottage by a brook
With a tiny bridge and a winding path,
Green door and shutters beneath a curving tile roof,
And wake to the beat of swans' wings
And the honey  fragrance of blooming flowers.


I could live in a house behind a wall
Where peacocks pace amid strange blooms
And tall trees like lilac clouds soar above the chimneys.
From the three little attic windows, I can see everything
And hear the peacocks' cries.

 
I could live in a happy yellow house
With gables and dormers and a vine growing up the side.
When snow lies on the roof, I will imagine
The purple of the wisteria against the yellow wall in Spring.



I could live in a house with many-paned windows,
Chimneys and odd finials and a balustered wall.
When the moon sinks low and the snow grows deep,
I will wrap a red muffler round the poor statue,
Shivering in its icy niche.


I could live in a witchy house, tall and brooding,
With a shop on the bottom floor. 
 Here will I sell herbs and simples,
Potions and lotions for the villagers
Who visit me only by night.

I came across this site HERE that features vintage shelter magazine covers and fell in love with these illustrations.  I don't know who the artist is (or if there are several artists) but my imagination took wing. You should really zoom in on each one to see all the charming details.