Just in case you missed the lunar eclipse this morning or didn't quite understand what you saw here is a simple, wonderful slideshow that may clear up your confusion.
Plan for World Book Night (March 5, 2011).
How about giving a gift of life skill.
The Complete National Geographic: Every Issue Since 1888-what a gift this would be. I get heady even thinking about it.
Is there someone in your 'hood that deserves a place on the Tacky Light Tour?
If you are tired of Charlie Brown and Frosty, and then give Prep & Landing a watch. It's very cute and I somehow missed this treasure.
Lovely items-especially the cake plates.
Hmmm, tubeless toilet paper.
The Early Office Museum is an online museum that showcases pre-1920's office goodies-paperweights, writing ink, pencil sharpeners and copying machines to name just a few items. The American Precision Museum is housed in the . This museum preserves the heritage of the mechanical arts, celebrates the ingenuity of our mechanical forebears, and explores the effects of their work on our everyday lives. Housed in the 1846 Robbins & Lawrence Armory, in Windsor, Vermont. The museum holds the largest collection of historically significant machine tools in the nation.
Switch Sticks walking sticks. They also have a ice grip that can be placed on your walking stick to assist in walking in the snow and ice. If you have to use a cane or walking stick should you really be out in the snow and ice.
Congratulations UConn Huskies-You Go Girls (I am so not current in my coolness factor!!!)
The Daily Tell-good news in trying times.
Excellent book blog-The Private Library.
The year's best cookbooks (according to the New York Times).
Happy Holidays to you and yours.
I leave you with the lovely Winter Song by Ingrid Michaelson and Sara Bareilles. If you saw the National Chrismas Tree lighting ceremony you saw these two very talented women perform this enchanting song.
"I have always thought of Christmas time when it has come around, as a good time; a kind, forgiving charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys." Charles Dickens.