Friday Night


The Christmas lights come on slowly around my place.  I stood outside on my deck and listened to the cars drive by and a flock of geese that flew overhead.  The jets passed overhead as usual as they head into MSP.  Other than those couple things, it’s quiet around my neighborhood.  You can smell the smoke from someone’s fireplace as it drifts on the cold evening air.  I love the smell of the smoke from a wood fire during this time of year.  Maybe it’s just me.


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I think this is the part where you are to write something clever and witty about yourself. I’m solidly locked in middle age and content with myself. I love to travel to see and experience new things, new foods and new drink. I also like to cook and bake mainly because I like to eat. And I found out that I’m pretty good at both. I'm not a professional blogger nor do I want to be. I'll leave that to others while I'll kick back and post whatever suddenly pops into my brain. I'm more spontaneous anyway. And the rest we’ll just kinda sorta figure out as we go along. Feel free to leave comments or even just to say "Hello". Find me at:

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