Tripping

 After therapy this week, I made a trip to Goodwill, mainly to find frames for some of my cross-stitch.  (I did find a couple.)  A trip to Goodwill --- at least for me --- always includes a stroll through the books section.  You won't believe what I came across.

As if I spoke --- or blogged --- it into being.  Sadly, there's no entry for

"Hiding," however, can mean either embarrassment or unexpected pleasures.*

But, The Kicker, and another blog callback, is that when I opened the book, it was at this page

My archenemy celery.  First thought: okay, Karma, you got me.  Second thought: who dreams about celery?

*No, YOU had those thoughts, not ME.