Cinnamon Rolls, POTUS and the Holidays


003The days grow short when you reach November…and even shorter now that we have kicked daylight savings to the curb. I’ve never been a fan of short days and long nights, but then I am not in charge of time…or seasons…or really much of anything else when you get right down to it.


Today on this splendid Sunday morning down the street from our home in Casa de Canterbury where Canterbury Rd. intersects with Devonshire Rd. the colorful autumn leaves begin to appear and will soon overtake the green leaves of summer. November officially signals summer in the South is at an end and also means my personal race with time passages is now closer to 71 than it is to 70. 

Halloween is behind us. We will now travel at warp speed through the Thanksgiving holidays this month, propelling ourselves to the frantic retail madness that is the Christmas season, racing through the last football games toward the Bowl Games and Super Bowl – and congratulating ourselves for making it to another New Year in 2017 with the celebrations in Times Square in New York City and around the globe. OMG. I’m already exhausted.

And before all that, we’ll elect a new POTUS.

 I think I’ll have a cinnamon roll on that thought.


Anything to keep my mind off the elections on Tuesday.

Yummy, yummy, yummy.



About Sheila Morris

Sheila Morris is an essayist with humorist tendencies and a passion for photojournalism. She has published four nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay collection and a collection of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. She has been blogging for seven years as her alter ego, The Red Man, her rescued Welsh terrier but now is reduced to writing as herself since the Red Man left Casa de Canterbury for good in February of 2016. She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike and Charly.
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4 Responses to Cinnamon Rolls, POTUS and the Holidays

  1. Sheila,
    I’m bleary eyed and exhausted, but not so much that I can’t appreciate a beautiful autumn scene or two.

    I was coordinating nursing visits and appointments this morning. The reality of the calendar as a shock. Our thoughts were running neck and neck. No roses for the winner, but a cinnamon bun sounds like a great reward. Comfort for the Great American Election Nightmare.

    We will all be veterans of a sort come November 11!!!

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    • Ann, I know you must be exhausted…I take it your mother must be home – which is good news and bad news, I’m sure. Please take care of yourself…it is so easy to get run down, as you already know.
      Glad you liked the pictures – we will truly all be veterans of some sort by November 11th.

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  2. Luanne says:

    Yup. And a chocolate truffle. Or the bag.

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