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I got a rock + other Great Pumpkin thoughts…

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I got a rock! and other Great Pumpkin thoughts.

This year for the first time in I don’t know how long—maybe since forever—I missed watching It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. When it aired (weekend before last), I had driven Momma to her college reunion and stayed overnight in Russellville. While Charlie Brown got a rock in his trick or treat bag, I was treated to dinner with Momma and her college friends. As you might imagine, finally meeting the ladies I’ve been hearing about for years and listening to their stories firsthand brought its own sort of entertainment.

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How to Choose a Pumpkin

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How to Choose a Pumpkin

How to choose a pumpkin and have a fantabulous October? No, this isn’t rocket science. Yes, there’s a certain method to my madness.

But first, a confession—I do not like pumpkin pie. I feel a smidgen bad about this. Pumpkin pie is such an American thing. But I’ve never liked pumpkin pie and don’t imagine this will change.

Do you think this adds a blemish to my southern card? Nah, surely not. Not with my sincere love of grits and collard greens, my under-the-sink coffee can filled with bacon drippings, my predisposition to say y’all and lord help and fixin to.

No way.

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Time is on my side. Yay.

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Time is on my side - Counting Down to cast removal

Time is on my side!

Not to jinx myself, but I’m counting down to my cast removal. If you know me, you probably remember as a kid I learned to count down to fun, important, and/or significant dates by creating a paper chain. One day = one link in the chain. Remove a link each day, and visually it becomes easy to see how close the goal is.

Yes, I’m visual. And yes, I consider cast removal to be an anticipatory date worthy of a paper chain.

I splintered my wrist on July 18. Doesn’t that sound like forever ago? That’s eight weeks. (Five weeks since surgery). Time continues to fly even when I’m trapped inside a slower than normal existence.

Things I’ve discovered in the past eight weeks…

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