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Not that I'm counting

December 30, 2009

Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. I spent much of Saturday picking up and putting away after the holiday, and I was still going at it while I listened. I don't know about you, but I just couldn't seem to make any real progress. I'd get one pile of stuff cleared away, and then there was another pile right behind it. Christmas cards, piles of the kids' gifts, piles of clean clothes folded neatly on the table, piles of bills, piles of books and CDs and DVDs and on and on.

I don't know if I had one too many Fudgy Rum Balls or a bit too much of Mr. Sundberg's Humdinger Nog, but something came over me as the show ended and "Silent Night" played. I just sat down in the midst of all those piles and had myself a weeper. It wasn't a pity-party kind of cry, or a down-low misery-and-despair session, nor was it one of those emotional cries where I just can't control myself and it goes on for a day or more in a kind of hormonal whirlpool. Nope. This was a short little deal where it just hit me like it does now and then that life moves rather quickly and there's only so much dark and so much light and you really have only so many days to spend doing what you love with the people you love.

Not that I'm counting. But. I haven't been bowling in a while, and it's been years since I've been out dancing. Years. I love lobster, and I can't recall the last time I ate the stuff, nor can I remember ever having eaten an oyster or breadfruit or limburger cheese, for that matter. There's so much, and the clock is ticking. I can count on one hand the number of times I've worn sequins, and that has to change. I don't own a hat and I'd like one, and I've yet to figure out chopsticks. There's still the matter of that tattoo and where it might go, and yoga, and Mr. Sundberg has mentioned several times he'd like to take an Oriental cooking class with me. Imagine.


Peanut Buttery Chocolate Bars

These bars are easy and incredibly good. You may want to make two pans — one to take along, and one to leave at home.

2 sticks butter
1 c. peanut butter
1 lb. confectioners' sugar
1 12 ounce bag of chocolate chips melted
1/2 c. peanut butter

Melt butter and peanut butter in microwave. Add sugar and gently mix. Pat into 9 x 13 pan. Melt chocolate and 1/2 cup peanut butter. Spread over bottom layer. Refrigerate and cut into squares. Enjoy!

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