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For many years we lived in Toad Hall, an old American Gothic Foursquare house named for the mansion in Wind in the Willows although ours wasn’t really a mansion, the kids just thought it was. Now we live in a different home – one more suited to aging with dignity – yes, well, we can hope – The House Between. “Between” because we are living that stage of life between now and what is to come. Sound a little macabre? It’s not. We needed move to a space with main floor accessibility for older people who may not always be able to climb stairs to sleep and eliminate. We love this home in a quiet neighborhood with offices overooking the wooded ravine behind where we feed birds and watch coyotes play leap frog. We love knowing, too, that this is not our final place – there is more healing and goodness in the next life. I’ve kept the name of my blog toadsdrinkcoffee because I don’t know how to migrate to a new one. The name is now even more obscure, but it had to do with living in Toad Hall and my addiction to coffee. However, I did migrate my old publication – Notes From Toad Hall – to the new one Letters from the House Between.
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1 comment:
Oh Margie!
I read the article and laughed so hard I nearly cried! I have a hard time with gravy too - I need a recipe! Only then does it turn out. Otherwise I use instant to be on the safe side.
You got no D- as I would judge the meal you made by the chocolate cake NOT the gravy
The potato soup ( as the tagine with "dried plums") are going in my cook soon stack.
God bless the culinary artist in us.
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