Burnt Socks

To extend their life, Len never (ever) puts freshly laundered socks in the dryer. In the summer he hangs them from clip-type hangers and air dries them; in the winter he drapes them over our geothermal registers.

When Len came to visit me in my sabbatical location, he washed a pair of wool socks and placed them on a heating register. When I came in from outside, my nose was assaulted — something’s burning! A quick search led me to these crispy critters. I laughed so hard my sides hurt.

Hint #5 — Log cabin manufacturers, taxidermists, and fly fishing shops are abundant in and around my sabbatical location.

Lots of things get burned in life; some intentional, some not:

  • Burnt toast — the only way I eat it.
  • Burned rubber — a quick departure.
  • Burned finger — forgot to wear the oven mitt.
  • Burned bridges — not a good plan regardless of the circumstance.
  • “I got burned” — a relationship gone up in smoke.

What was the last thing you burned?

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Reminder, the caveat of the Looking for Laurie game stipulates: “The first person to type the accurate city and state of my sabbatical location into the comments section of the Mar 28 post will receive a personalized copy of Note to Self: A Seven-Step Path to Gratitude and Growth for themselves or as a gift to someone else.”

Easy Rider

My recent travels took me through four airports: Boise, Portland, Chicago, and Seattle. It provided the opportunity to see baggage of every size, shape, and color—some carried, most of it pulled.

An enthusiastic proponent of offloading [emotional] baggage, I had to laugh at the ingenuity of the young traveler I captured in this photo. Rather than carrying baggage and letting it weigh him down, he got a ride on it!

Have you discovered the joy of offloading baggage?

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Smiling in Boise

I love the gift Len gave me to celebrate authorhood:

I’ve been thinking about getting him personalized aviation license plates that feature a small airplane and say “Fly Idaho” as opposed to “Famous Potatoes.” However, rather than 7 characters, they’re limited to 5.

An extremely thoughtful pilot, Len always hands out a “personal access bag” to each passenger prior to flight in the event of air sickness. With that in mind, I think BRFBG would be hysterical!

If you have personalized license plates, what do they say? If you don’t, but had hypothetical ones, what would they say?

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Hook, Line, and Sinker

We haven’t had a television for 36 years, but we do enjoy borrowing and watching DVD’s from the library. We’re absolutely hooked on Sherlock, a modern take on the classic Arthur Conan Doyle stories. The often humorous, edgy camaraderie between Holmes (Benedict Cumberbatch) and Dr. Watson (Martin Freeman) is priceless. And while I don’t pretend to even come close to Sherlock’s deductive reasoning, I’d like to think my observation skills are fairly well honed.

Walking along the Greenbelt, I spot a fishing bobber among the tree limbs. Serving multiple purposes, it suspends bait; can carry a baited hook to otherwise inaccessible areas of water; and serves as a visual bite indicator. For me the bobber brings to mind my focus word for this year—alliance. One small literary community accomplishing many big things.

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What’s your most recent, could-have-remained-unseen observation?

Oh, and just in case you missed it…

It’s clear that the angler is a flannel-shirt wearing, left-handed male with a sluggish metabolism who parts his hair down the middle, has delayed signing divorce papers that arrived via Express Mail a month ago, ate drive-thru for breakfast this morning, and being tight-fisted, will return for the bobber once his hangover wears off.

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Pepé Le Pew

Living a stone’s throw from the Laura Moore Cunningham arboretum, we enjoy frequent off-lead romps with Willa. On a recent occasion, we saw our big girl—from a distance—preparing to stop, drop, and roll—not because her britches were on fire, but because she was getting ready for a liberal application of eau de skunk from the famous fragrance design house, Mother Nature:

  • Base notes: putrid, sulfur
  • Middle notes: lingering, burning rubber
  • Top notes: bitter, rotten eggs

We bolted and reached her in the nick of time, preventing what would have been an extremely smelly event. As it turns out, skunk urine is an eco-friendly deer repellent that keeps them from munching on the trees in the arboretum.

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I use a “repellent” too. A long time ago I discovered that positivity repels negativity. No need to roll in it, a little goes a long way. Positivity is a warm and delightful scent from the famous fragrance design house, Conscious Choice:

  • Base notes: happiness, encouragement, joy
  • Middle notes: gratitude, serenity, interest, hope
  • Top notes: inspiration, awe, loving kindness

What’s your favorite scent?

 

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Beauty Knows No Pain

I remember sitting on the floor between my mom’s knees as she brushed through the tight curls on my head. I yelped in pain when the bristles encountered snags and she’d counter with, “Beauty knows no pain.”

Two decades later mom used “No Tweeze” on me to remove stray eyebrows. I yelped in pain when she yanked the hot wax and calmly said, “Beauty knows no pain.”

Liar, liar, pants on fire! 

Recently I learned a pain-free beauty tip…

Hold frozen spoons—straight from the freezer—on closed eyes to eliminate under-eye puffiness. The person who showed me this trick placed the spoons directly on her skin, moving them slowly in a circular motion.

When Len said, “You’re going to get frostbite,” I discovered that placing an old washcloth between my skin and the spoons allows me to keep the spoons there much longer, yielding even better results.

He also said, “Laurie, you’re scaring Willa, you look like an alien!”

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What’s your best pain-free beauty or grooming tip?

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Cheese and Whine

A recent getaway once again confirmed that the Pacific northwest boasts beautiful wine country that easily rivals Napa Valley, California. Located in the east end of the Yakima Valley, Prosser, Washington is home to several dozen wineries. Vintner’s Village is a concentration of nine wineries—including our favorite, Airfield Estates Winery—connected by sidewalks, making for a wonderful wine walking tour.

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Endowed with a slight control-freak-streak, if I’m not heavily sedated in charge of my travel environment, I tend to slam on non-existent brakes, lean away from sheer drop offs, and whimper and whine as I white-knuckle the passenger grab bar. So much so, that Len pointedly asked, “Do you want some cheese with your whine?”

I’m absolutely confident that each of you is a model passenger so I won’t ask about your travel phobias. Instead I’ll ask…

Where did you go on your last getaway?

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