Hello, Who's there?

Last Friday, January 11th, I decided to have raisin bread toast for breakfast instead of my usual cereal, fruit and milk.  I opened the package of bread, noticing that the plastic tag was bright purple...hmmm, don't recall seeing one that color before.  I placed the tag on the counter, took out two slices of bread, put them in the toaster and looked on the counter for the tag.

But it wasn't there.  I looked on the counter, on top of and below the small white cutting board, on the floor, under the toaster, and even in the bread bag.  It wasn't anywhere to be seen. 

Oh, well.  Must be getting old!  I walked to the refrigerator to get my tub of light butter, turned around and walked back to the toaster and THERE IT WAS!  There was the purple tag sitting on top of the small white cutting board!!! 

OK, which spirit is playing tricks on me?  Margaret has never done that before, so why would she start now?  Then it occured to me that it may be someone's 'death' day.  Sure enough!  My grandmother Altrui passed over 14 years ago on January 11th. 

Grandma, do you think you could make another appearance to show me how to make those wonderful Strufels (HoneyBalls)?  I can't seem to get the honey to the right temperature.  Brandie and I miss those cookies.