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This Memorial Day Weekend was much quieter
and more reflective than it was going to be initially. People go wild for a
three-day weekend, no matter its reason. But a warm-weather cold had me sick
and feverish, enchanted by “Gilmore Girls” and Howe’s The Misfits, draining tall mugs of hot tea and Nalgene after Nalgene
of tasteless water, and dreaming of brownies,
desserts, and twelve dancing princesses.
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Memorial Day brought clearer sinuses and lighter
lungs. There was grilling of Italian sausages and brats that tempted but are
reserved for later in the week and smoking (kinda) of salty spicy ribs. There
was blending of rum and frozen pina colada mix with a multitude of ice cubes
and mixing of trusty Bisquick and butter for dessert. There was chatting and
sunning on our deck as we sucked down our frozen beverages and listened to the
grill sizzle as sausages cooked and dinner cooled. It was lovely, and quiet,
and us. Our long weekend ended in our traditional summer favorite—strawberry
shortcake, sweet and bright, and heavy on whipped cream. The perfect finish.
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