Another food experiment

I think being home has made me susceptible to trying unusual food, at least unusual for me.

Amazon makes doing these food experiments easy as they can be delivered right to my door.

This video was made when my seaweed was delivered.

Remember, eating seaweed is good for you.

Since I bought more than I can eat of this snack food, I’m willing to share, so friends beware.

Okay, the first person who took my dare and tried my seaweed snack. Son Russell didn’t get past one tiny bite. He then needed another mouthful of food to rid himself of the seaweed taste.

Anyone want a taste? I can slip a square into a letter for you.

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Keeping things in balance by balancing an egg

I never knew what kind of activity my children would bring home from school. Most taught me something.

This one had us going to the refrigerator for eggs, but not for cooking.

If you want to try your hand at balancing an egg, your time is fast approaching. You’ll have to get up early on March 20, 2021, as spring arrives at 4:38 am Central Time, or so this website says– https://days.to/until/spring.

I don’t think I’ll get up that early, not unless I have to take a potty run and even then, I try not to wake up too much so I’ll be heading back to bed without balancing anything.

Have a great day.

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Blah! When will winter end?

Some years our Wisconsin winter starts early and ends late. In 1986, I was sick and tired of winter.

Here’s what I wrote about winter in March 1986.

Spring looks like it’s just around the corner this March. Next week we expect 50 degree temperatures.

Still, things can revert to winter without much notice.

Don’t put away your winter things yet. If you do, you are tempting fate.

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A couple of skunk tails

I haven’t seen any skunks yet, or smelled any, but eventually they will be venturing out again.

One time Bob and I were driving our cart about 100 yards from the house when Bob stomped on the brakes. A mother skunk and three babies were crossing the road.

We didn’t say a word, or make any sudden movements, not wanting to disturb the little parade before us.

What I did notice was how beautiful that mother skunk looked. The wide white stripe down her back looked like she had been to the beauty shop.

Today I’m reading a column from 1987. At the end I remember my mother and an experience she had with a skunk.

Warning! Keep an eye out for skunks. You don’t want to end up writing about a stinky confrontation.

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Solomon had to divide Mom

Four children tried to pull this mother in many different directions.

There was never enough Mom to go around, especially when Dad was working. This 1987 column tells about one frustrated mother, me.

Friends told me how they often felt pulled apart, too.

It wasn’t easy being a mother in 1987. These days it might be even harder.

Here’s wishing all parents days when Solomon isn’t needed to divide you in two, or in three, or into more pieces.

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