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Oz is frozen and have snow. 😎

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This weeks Drink of the Week is Cranberry French 75! 🥂

Ingredients:

1.5 oz vodka
2oz cranberry juice
1/2 oz lemon juice
2 oz champagne
For garnish: fresh rosemary and cranberries

Directions:

1. Add the vodka, cranberry juice, and lemon juice to a cocktail shaker.
2. Shake well and pour into a champagne flute.
3. Top with champagne.
4. Garnish with a sprig of fresh rosemary and a few fresh cranberries.

Enjoy!

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Oodie, 1st, awesome advice for Shoelady.
2nd, did you catch Jay King today or yesterday?

Shoelady, glad your hanging in there and that your sister is in town to help you.
Here’s to a speedy recovery.

Sheba, Funny about the Beekman sticker book. I kept looking at it and then put it in the search bar but nothing came up. I have time to ponder these things nowadays. 🙂 Agree it sure doesn’t feel like a Monday. We finally got some rain. I couldn’t walk or hike but went out with Sporto Rain boots and Sporto huge parka jacket, and my umbrella. It was sprinkling when I left and then a down poor came and then ouch, hail. Yes, it was little pea sized hail hitting me all over. I got home quick. My husband was texting and calling me but I was just up the Street. I was happy he thought to do it. My Mother’s place didn’t work out for her, so she went back to the hospital and will be moved tomorrow to hopefully something more acceptable. Have to be careful with these places.
Nice all of your kids are in the same State. Maybe at some point everyone will end up with you in Co. I like your Dad’s taste in music and hope it is helps to listen to it. Take care.

Peace Out Peeps! Have a warm and safe evening.

@shoelady60 in my prayers. 🌹

These are my father’s songs and now they are mine.

A Hazy Shade of Winter
Song by Simon & Garfunkel

Time, time time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities
I was so hard to please
Don’t look around
The leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside’s, there’s bound to be a better ride
Than what you’ve got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around
Leaves are brown, now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That’s an easy thing to say
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again
Look around
The grass is high
The fields are ripe
It’s the springtime of my life
Seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won’t you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
I look around
Leaves are brown, now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Look around
Leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground
Look around
Leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground
Look around
Leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground

@oodiebom,

I would take the rest of the night off. Oz will be frozen tomorrow. 😎

Come on Oodie let the babies in we want to play. 🤣

@shoelady60,

I am catholic and I am sending prayers of faith for you and your husband. 😘🌹

Please let Jake be alright too. 😘

The Sound of Silence
Song by Simon & Garfunkel

Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence”

I Am a Rock
Song by Simon & Garfunkel

A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock
I am an island
I’ve built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain
I am a rock
I am an island
Don’t talk of love
Well I’ve heard the word before
It’s sleeping in my memory
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died
If I never loved I never would have cried
I am a rock
I am an island
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries