Sunday, September 06, 2020

I can't believe I forgot!

Every year, sometime at the end of August, the date varies but this year year it was August 25th, Starbucks declares the start of the pumpkin spice season.

In 2018 I started protesting this very thing with a little protest poem. Perhaps because 2020 has been such a horrendous year and I couldn't bear to face any more bad news, I completely forgot to post my anti-pumpkin spice paean.

I know you all missed it. I'm sure you were all thinking - "Ah, Grace is getting old, her memory is starting to go. Not like her to miss a chance to versify and vilify. Best to pretend we didn't notice"  Yes, yes - I'm sure that's what you all were thinking.

Fear not - now that I have remembered, here you are - Grace's take on pumpkin spice -

Pumpkin Spice

I double checked, it’s August still
Yet scrolling down my Facebook wall
It seems I’m wrong, it’s really Fall.


Cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger – nice.
Cloves and allspice – maybe not,
Still, in pie it hits the spot.


Coffee, sure, that’s de rigueur
But sprays and soaps and lotions, Yikes
The world seems made of pumpkin spice.


Old fashioned folks like me protest!
Pumpkin spice in pie is best,
Please leave it out of all the rest.


© 2018 Grace St. Clair


12 comments:

  1. A few days late, perhaps, but still spot-on. (Don't rely on me to remind you-- of anything; my memory has gone from leaky can to calendar to sieve and I shudder to think how near the day I may recall nothing at all.)

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    1. Days and weeks and now even months just seems to melt into each other. I never thought to check my colander!

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  2. And there you have it: spell-check strikes again and the memory did not remind me to proof before publish. Clearly a calendar has nothing to do with it. I thought colander. Oh, maybe the calendar has something to do with it.

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    1. Ha! Spell check did not change my colander to calendar (tho it did suggest colander should be calendar). I only use predictive text on my phone because it's just easier than trying to type everything on that little keyboard. But here - okay, there is spell check but I think spell check hates me a little because I use such fakakta words.

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  3. Every time I see something pumpkin spice I think of you lol

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    1. Not sure I want to be remembered quite that way LOL Unless you're thinkin' "Ah, pumpkin spice, Grace hated that shit"

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  4. Okay, then. I had to look it up.

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    1. Depending on what dictionary you used could mean a lot of things - in my world it is means screwy, screwed up, silly, ridiculous - like that. I don't know that I approve of the spelling fakakta but that's what spell check comes back to me with so I let it have it's way.

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  5. I saw the first ad for something pumpkin spice today and thought of how much you hate it! I realize it's September but why does it feel like we missed half the year? This time warp feeling is making me batty! Yesterday I told J it felt like Saturday since he'd be home tomorrow (today). He reminded me he's home every day. Ay yi yi.

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    1. Um, what's in that green drink of yours - you haven't noticed J at home every day for the last 6 months LOL

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  6. Anonymous6:12 PM

    Does Broadway Matron no longer exist Grace? Rory

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    1. It no longer exists. I have over the years (yes years!) tried Wordpress and it just never worked for me. i started blogging over 15 years ago here on Blogger and most of my friends are here. It was a PITA for them to comment over on WP and I never found a WP community that I fit into. Currently the WP blogs that I 'follow' are all prompts which make no sense to me - I'm interested in personal blogs where people talk about what's important to them - I really don't get the attraction of prompts. So - I still read WP blogs, and comment when there is something to comment on but anything I want to write about will be written here...

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