How is cancer like winter?

Life as we know it
Including: There’s nothin’ like a simile!

Al B of Hartland: “I attended the Cancer Auction in Geneva, as I do each year. The venue, Geneva Bar & Grill, was loud and packed. If anything that has to do with cancer could be festive, this was it.

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Sick to death of winter? Here’s your instant cure.

Our theater of seasons
Indoor Division

Grandma Paula writes: “Subject: Cure for the Winter Blahs.

“My cousin, Grandma Joyce, and I drove over to Como Conservatory last Friday to see the flower show. It’s the best way that I know to forget about winter for an afternoon. Continue reading “Sick to death of winter? Here’s your instant cure.”

How many propane tanks do you need for your travel trailer? One more than you think, probably!

Immutable Laws of the Universe

Twitty of Como reports: “When you’re camping or traveling and it’s chilly enough that you need heat, the propane tank on the travel trailer will always go empty in the middle of the night.

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What do you do when a sad time comes upon you?

Life as we know it
Including: In memoriam (Our Community of Strangers Division)

D. Ziner: “When a sad time comes upon me, I often think of that eloquent submission from Joybubbles in which he explained the therapeutic value of shedding a few tears. At the time, I thought about how natural that remedy seemed to be when I was younger. I knew instinctively that a bit of crying would solve my immediate — and often inexplicable — problem, but I sometimes needed help. I would get it by punching my older brother, who would punch back much harder, and thus I achieved an excuse for a short tantrum that somehow made things all better.

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“Surely, you’d like some fresh-baked cookies!” “Oh, yes, ma’am — and don’t stop calling them Shirleys!”

Life as we know it

Happy Medium: “Winter was a special time for us. Hills, high and low, surrounded the farm where we lived — perfect for sledding. Ice ponds were perfect for skating.

“The best place to ice skate was the lake on our property. My siblings used clamp-ons, but I didn’t have skates at the time.

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