Rhoda explored the guest bedroom (my weaving room) today and got all choked up. Possibly a reflection on my housekeeping but I'll ignore that. I have learned how to empty its little bin. Tomorrow I will learn how to clean its beaters because it spoke to me and told me to do that.
On a totally unrelated subject, today is National Fruitcake Day. I am one of the probably four or five people in the United States who like fruitcake. I've heard all the jokes about using them as doorstops and regifting them year after year. There is one legend that says that there is really only one fruitcake that just gets passed around from person to person and year to year. When I told my west coast brother that I actually like fruit cake he admitted that so does he. We decided it might be genetic. Sadly, when I did some grocery shopping at Kroger's today I couldn't find any fruitcake. Maybe I should check Trader Joe's?
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