slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: coffee pot posts
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We decided to make a leisurely exit for our vacation at Lake Waccamaw since it turns out that none of my relatives plan to be there this weekend as we were originally told. My brother-in-law’s father is dying and I don’t know why my cousin and his wife cancelled. It bothered me a little at…
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There was no Saturday morning coffee pot post Part II because I awoke Saturday morning to a power outage, which is unusual at my house. Even during the ice storms that knock out most people for at least a day, we tend to be lucky in that respect, even though we are probably better equipped…
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I figure that I’ll get started on my Saturday morning coffee pot post early, except without the coffee. Substitute: Yuengling. I’ll be flitting about in the morning, ditzy with joy to finally be going over to Susanne’s for a day of papermaking, picking up my chicken at the market, trying not to have a panic…
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This will be a short one, since I need to get to the market and it’s already 84 degrees at 8:45 am. First off, if you would like to go cherry picking with a group at the Levering Orchard on June 15, someone has volunteered to organize it. Leave me a comment saying so and…
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Hot. hot… hot hot hot. HOT. And humid. When it gets this hot here, it ain’t like out West. Here you suffer before you DIE of MISERY. When I was 13, I went out to southern California and spent a week with my aunt in July. It was just as hot as here, but it…
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Whew! It’s almost too hot to drink coffee this morning. Hot and muggy. This house has aluminum siding and I think that it makes it into a solar oven. It’s supposed to get near 90 today and the next few days, and it’s humid. Still, I hope that we can put off turning on the…
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And away we go! This is my sort of weekly post where I write whatever comes to mind until the coffee pot runs out. I just arranged my first ever ATC trade. Whoop! I’m trading this one for one that she has not posted yet, or this one, but ANY of her needlefelted ATCs would…
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Just start writing. Oh, did you read that? Sorry! I was typing to myself again. Out of milk. I can’t drink my coffee black! I drained the last few drops of milk from the bottle Sandy finished off last night. Better to drink my coffee black, or dark, dark brown, than to not drink it…
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Aaaaahhhh. It’s been a while. Waking up my brain cells, getting ready for my weekend. When I do a coffee pot post, I plan my day or weekend and write as long as the coffee lasts. Today, I’m going to pick up my milk, go to the farmers’ market and grocery shop, go to McKnight’s…
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Sitting here half asleep, trying to plan the weekend while the coffee lasts. High on the agenda: more coffee. First in line: the Greensboro Farmers Curb Market on the corner of Yanceyville and Lindsey Sts., where I will pick up excellent snackies and a few grocery items for the week. I’m pretty good for groceries,…
slowly she turned 