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10/17 What I Learned This Week

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I've learned that cooking is NOT a hopeless area for me. Here is my masterpiece (it was delicious, too):

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I've learned that cooking is NOT a hopeless area for me. Here is my masterpiece (it was delicious, too):

That looks really good

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That looks really good

And apple crisp (or whatever it's called) for dessert:

And yes, I did already grab a huge chunk of it to eat before taking a picture. Don't judge.

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I've learned that cooking is NOT a hopeless area for me. Here is my masterpiece (it was delicious, too):

I must have missed the dinner invitation I'm sure you sent me!

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And apple crisp (or whatever it's called) for dessert:

And yes, I did already grab a huge chunk of it to eat before taking a picture. Don't judge.

Since I didn't get a dinner invitation, I know that you're going to overnight me a piece (large please) of apple crisp.

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I've learned that Ruby Vee's article on DV on Yellow made me cry.

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I definitely read peering as "peeing". It would have been a much more entertaining story.

Why doesn't she just clean out her house right now? Why leave you to do the work?

She was already in her 80's at the time this conversation occurred. Actually was interesting when the cleanup time came. She had saved every postcard my grandfather sent her when he was working traveling on the railroad (in the early 1900s). We had a few hmmm moments when we found the hookah in the back of a cabinet and the "naked lady" salt and pepper shakers (reclining nude, the boobs were the shakers).

Hard to envision how an elderly lady would pee out the window. My boys used to do that for some reason though .

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I've learned that Ruby Vee's article on DV on Yellow made me cry.

I've learned that after writing like ten posts on that thread and erasing each one, I guess I'm still not ready to talk about my experience, even though it's been almost 7 years since I got out.

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I've learned that after writing like ten posts on that thread and erasing each one, I guess I'm still not ready to talk about my experience, even though it's been almost 7 years since I got out.

Gentle hugs my friend.

WE are not going to hurt you, but you have to do what you feel.

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Gentle hugs my friend.

WE are not going to hurt you, but you have to do what you feel.

Thank you, Far.

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I've learned that after writing like ten posts on that thread and erasing each one, I guess I'm still not ready to talk about my experience, even though it's been almost 7 years since I got out.

I'm sorry pecas. I hope you know that if ever you do become ready you have people here who will listen. Like Far said WE won't hurt you. *hug*

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Thank goodness I wasn't the only one who misread that...

Maybe the almost hoarding is related to some of these folks living through the Great Depression? I remember how on my grandparents' farm we'd always get together as a huge family gathering when it was time to bale hay. We used those plastic plates and cups for meals in the field- and my grandmother collected each and every one of them out of the garbage bag, washed, dried, and put them in the cupboard with the regular dishes. My mom would always go back and throw them out again.

My hubby's grandmother used to visit in her big white Cadillac. She'd show up at the front door with a handful of straws and napkins that she'd brought to us after she'd stopped at Wendy's on her way to see us. "I brought you some things," she'd say. She never bought anything she could steal for free from a fast food restaurant.

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