Last weekend I went to Macon to help my oldest granddaughter prepare for a midterm exam in English (I guess Language Arts). She is in 7th grade and having a midterm? She had to be able to identify all kinds of pronouns, some of which I had to look up. She also had to recognize compound, simple, complex and compound-complex sentences. She had to label the clauses in the sentence, identify them as to independent or dependent and then label the type of sentence.
My two daughters and four granddaughters came to my house the Saturday before Thanksgiving to help me put up my Christmas decorations and tree. I usually don't put up the tree that early, but who is going to turn down free help.
The AJC reported in a Nov. 3 article that Michelle Nunn spent over $13.1 million on her campaign while David Perdue spent $11.4 million. Outside interests spent $28.4 million on the senate race. In the governor's race Nathan Deal spent $14.2 million and Jason Carter spent $7.8 million.
I spent last week helping one of my daughters paint the paneling in her den. For most of you who are not my age those two words (paneling and den) are probably words you have not heard very often.
I have come to the conclusion that my husband and I cannot cook together in the same kitchen. We have widely divergent styles, even in preparation for cooking.
My club lady with a vengeance friend has dragooned me again into doing something. I am to be a story teller at Scary Tales and Trails. I think I was the first one she called when she decided she needed story tellers, and I agreed without thinking it over much. After all, I told and acted out stories every day while I taught school. Greek myths, legends of King Arthur, Shakespeare. Anything to amuse the masses. You have to be part ham to teach school.
The once outdoor cat that my husband invited inside has become quite a prima donna.
I have a friend who recently retired.
One of the first columns I wrote was about my husband and his love of kitchen gadgets. He hasn't changed his ways.
I killed my cell phone (it was a dumb phone) by washing it in the washing machine. It was in my pants pocket, and I forgot. The bad thing is this is the second time that I have done that.
I was on the phone with my sister this week. We usually talk at least once a week unless either of us feels very strongly about a Jeopardy question or answer and has to call the other about it. Then we talk more often. We especially like to brag if we knew final Jeopardy and none of the contestants knew it.
I am sure most of you saw the picture in The Covington News of the large tree limb which fell into Floyd Street recently. The limb is gone and so is the tree and another large tree that was in the same yard. Every time I drive down Floyd Street and pass where those trees were I get a jolt. It just doesn't look right. It's like buying a new piece of furniture. Every time you enter the room that piece of furniture jumps out at you. The empty space where those trees were just jumps out at ...
I have a picture that sits on a dresser in my bedroom that no one ever sees. It serves as the repository for odd socks. When I am folding laundry and if I find an odd sock, it goes over the picture. Sometimes, I actually find matches in the socks hung over the picture frame.
My younger Macon granddaughter spent the week with me. It was exhausting for both of us. She had to be across the road from Parkview High School at 8 a.m. each morning. My alarm went off at 6 a.m. and I woke my granddaughter 15 minutes later. The 15 minutes gave me time to get the paper, drink a cup of tea and read the headlines.
I went to my sister's last weekend for the express purpose of making yet more curtains. This time for my granddaughter.