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Gardening Catalog Terminology


As many of us are entering into the "bleak midwinter" months, my mailbox is filling up with gardening catalogs that remind me that winter will end and next year's gardening season will begin. Even though I have already started to make mental plans of our 2012 garden, as I look through these catalogs, I start to dream about adding other things to it. Here's a picture of my favorite gardening catalogs:

As I dream about new plantings and fight the temptation of once again trying something that has failed for me in the past, I am amused at this list of terms used in gardening wish books.

The real meanings of gardening catalog terminology

"A favorite of birds" means "avoid planting near cars, sidewalks, or clotheslines."

"Grows more beautiful each year" means "looks like road kill for the foreseeable future."
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Holiday Mix


Today's post is a compilation of several "holiday" related items I've accumulated. I figure that everyone is so busy about now that a short post would be appreciated. The order in which I post things will go from the sublime to the ridiculous.

This year as part of the Christmas decorations, the university commissioned my friend Doug Young to do a new nativity scene for the front of the campus. Here's one view of the crèche.

If you'd like to see more, Doug has several views of it featured on his site right now. Or go by campus yourself if you live in the area.

Here's a picture of some of the campus Christmas lights that I got from the university's site.

You can see in both of those pictures that one of the features of this new nativity scene is the "light from the star." Becka and I attended A Christmas Carol on campus December 2, the evening of the lighting ceremony. When we were driving from Performance Hall to the front campus after the performance, we kept seeing this light, not knowing where it was coming from. BTW, it was wonderful to get to watch A Christmas Carol instead of being in it. They did a great job, especially my dear friend Philip Ebenezer Scrooge Adams!

This week I saw a picture on Facebook of the light from the nativity scene visible from the top of Paris Mountain. Here it is:
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How the Christmas Season Is Like Hurricane Season


When all the dust has settled after Christmas each year, do you feel as if you have just lived through a huge storm? Although it's not always possible to do so, the simpler we keep things, the less we'll feel like that. Today's iv is a list of similarities between the Christmas season and hurricane season. One item I didn't see in the list was that people seem to be in crisis mode. I hope this makes you smile at this busy time of year.

How the Christmas Season Is Like Hurricane Season

10. Decorating the house (hurricane season: "decorating" with plywood)

9. Dragging out boxes that haven't been used since last season (hurricane season: camping gear, flashlights, etc.)

8. Last minute shopping in crowded stores

7. Regular TV shows pre-empted for "Specials"

6. Family coming to stay with you
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Have You Lost Your Cool Status?


picture of Snoopy Joe Cool

Are you now or were you ever considered "cool"? I feel safe in doing this blog post because I can honestly say I don't think I have ever been considered cool in anyone's eyes. Now that I'm older (and I hope wiser), it's been fascinating to see again some of the kids who were "cool" in schools I attended and taught in. Many of them seem much less cool than in their younger years. If they were once cool, they've apparently moved on. Or upon further reflection, maybe they weren't really all that cool to begin with. I think the definition of cool constantly changes. Today's cool will be tomorrow's passé.

This past week I've received several things regarding coolness that mesh perfectly to form today's post.

You know you've lost your "cool" status when...

The pattern on your shorts and couch match.

You fondly remember your powder blue leisure suit.

Jogging is something you do to your memory.

All the cars behind you flash their headlights.

You actually ask for your father's advice.

You turn down free tickets to an evening event because you have to work the next day.

You don't know how to operate a fax machine.

Instead of saying "Good morning" to your wife, you ask her if she's taken her meds.

You leave concerts and sports events early to "beat the crowd."

Co-workers you've always thought of as contemporaries now come to you for sage counsel.

You don't know what your "comfort zone" is. In fact the term makes you nervous.

When someone mentions surfing, you picture waves and a surf board.

You don't want a sports-type vehicle because of the insurance premiums.

You bought your first car for the same price you just paid for your son's new running shoes.

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Speaking of cars, here are some great posters I received in an e-mail from a reader who graduated from high school with me. I'm old enough to remember these cool Chevy cars.

picture of Chevy poster

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Post-Thanksgiving Let Down


Our family had such a nice Thanksgiving break this year that it was hard to tell it all good-bye and get back to reality. I thought I'd post a couple of bits of post-Thanksgiving humor to help ease the pain of withdrawal.

picture of mistletoe

It was the several days after Thanksgiving, the trip went reasonably well and Joe was ready to go back. The airport on the other end had turned a tacky red and green, and loudspeakers blared annoying renditions of cherished Christmas carols. Being someone who took Christmas very seriously, and being slightly tired, Joe was not in a particularly good mood.

Going to check in his luggage, Joe saw mistletoe hanging near the check-in — not real mistletoe, but very cheap plastic with red paint and white paint on some of the rounder parts and green paint on some of the flatter and pointier parts. It could be taken for mistletoe only in a very Picasso sort of way.

With a considerable degree of irritation and nowhere else to vent it, Joe said to the attendant, "Where did you get such a ghastly mockery of mistletoe?"

"Sir, look more closely at where the mistletoe is."
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