MONDAY POTPOURRI: A RECLUSIVE DAY…

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It’s Monday, and it’s a holiday, but that doesn’t affect me much these days.  However, it means there will be no mail delivery…so I can stay home all day long!  Except…I do need a couple of things from the store.

My bed is made….so I guess I won’t be crawling back into it…although I was very tempted to do so today.

Maybe I’ll just run over to Target, just around the corner, instead of that extra mile to Save Mart.  LOL.

I love getting new bedding…not long ago, I got some new sheets I enjoy...

 

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…and now I have the quilt, at the top of the post.  It is also reversible.  I didn’t have to go out and shop for it, either.  I found it on Amazon.

Am I turning into a recluse?

Probably not completely, as I’ve posted several photos of me eating at The Elephant Bar, Marie Callender’s, etc.

 

 

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Earlier in the month, I went to my daughter’s house to celebrate Noah’s fourteenth birthday.  Now all of my grandchildren are either teenagers or twenty-somethings (Millennials).

 

 

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When did we start identifying people by the era in which they come of age?  Well, I do love being a Baby Boomer, which makes me feel special and privileged..LOL; except when I see those ads on TV that warn us we might be silent carriers of Hep C.  What’s that all about?

Enough said.

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Reading.  I am loving The Orphan’s Tale, and even though I had heard raves about it from other bloggers, I wasn’t so sure.  I am not really into circuses.  But the era pulled me in.  So I’m almost finished…and I’m glad I ignored my biases about the Big Tent.

 

 

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So back to reading…and catching up on DVR movies.  What are you enjoying this week?

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REVIEW: WISHIN’ & HOPIN’, BY WALLY LAMB

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In a delightful journey to the heart of the iconic 1960s, when innocence and naivete were still possible in young people, we follow the story of ten-year-old Felix Funnicello, a cousin of Annette’s, during one holiday season.

Wishin’ and Hopin’ is narrated by Felix, whose descriptions of the students (and teachers) in the Catholic school in Connecticut that he attends, allowed us to catch a glimpse of what life was like in small town New England in the era before computers, cell phones, and texting. As a result, we can definitely see the charm of the times.

A school play for the holiday season is the primary feature, and the reader has to laugh out loud at some of the amateurish moments, from the play itself—created by one of the students—to the costumes.

In the epilogue, we learn what happened to the teachers and students years afterwards. A story that reminds me of the TV movies made for the season. 3.5 stars.