- Drape :: draperies.
- Visitors :: gallery.
- Garage :: art.
- Disney :: cartoon.
- Among :: friends.
- Trend :: -y.
- Holiday :: dazzle.
- Lightbulb :: moment.
- Zing! :: Blam!
- Efficient :: coefficient.
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My hair is falling out. A lot. It started sometime after I went gluten-free a year ago last June. My hairbrush needed to be cleaned out every day and sometimes twice a day if I brushed my hair again. The loss is so severe now that I think it is visible — my hair looks stringy. No bald patches, just very, very thin. Hair clips that once were too small to contain my mane are now way too big.
Googling the terms “hair loss gluten” leads me to believe that eating gluten can cause hair loss rather the opposite (reverse? converse? obverse? whatevs). Sheesh.
I shall report whether Rogaine For Women actually works. Keep your fingers crossed.
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The Christmas letter is done and dusted. Some folks got it in electronic version, no postage required. Family (and many of those over age 60) got the dead tree version. This may be the earliest we have ever issued the letter.
Shopping is done, all online orders received except a certain gift certificate that is easily handled. I am quite pleased and excited about what I got for Smokey. I cannot tell you about it for obvious reasons (Hi, Smoke!) but all will be revealed in the fullness of time.
Smokey did some awesome food shopping on Friday morning after he got off work. Our fridge* now contains two (2!) kinds of pickled herring, shaved ham, havarti cheese, thin-sliced Swedish pumpernickel rye, Swedish meatball mix, Swedish meatball gravy, two kinds of olives, and watermelon pickles. The last item is not a traditional ingredient of a Scandinavian smörgåsbord, but it is one I love. A relish tray is not complete withot watermelon pickles, sayeth The KatTM.
He obtained the gaffelbiter** at Engebretsen’s, a Scandinavian deli and gift shop in Minneapolis. He was there at 9:15, shortly after they opened at 9am, and the place was already packed. Waiting in line to get the meatball mix and herring he was #34; they were serving #2. No credit cards allowed in the food section, probably because at this time of year the electronic authorization process can be sluggish. I am awed at his dedication to getting me what I wanted.
He also got New York strip steaks at Lunds, a high-end-ish supermarket in Mpls. Elder Son will be arriving shortly, and he loves him a good steak. We shall eat well over the coming week(s)***.
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As I was showing Younger Son all the fabulous things on the blog during the past weeks, I saw the photo of the snow on the deck table and chairs that I posted a couple weeks ago. Pretty meager, I thought.
None has melted in the interim, but it has settled and sublimated a bit. Mostly, though, it has grown.
* Scrubbed inside and out by Kieva The Teenage Helper, yay!
** He shunned the canned variety and got ours at the deli counter.
*** As opposed to what, Kat? You always eat well.