This is my 135th column. I aim for about 700 words in each column. That comes to about 95,000 words. I didn't know I had that much to say.
My husband invited me down to his cabin last weekend to see his new additions. Well, he also wanted me to clean and loaded up the vacuum cleaner and various cleansers as well as me for the trip.
My bathtub arrived in the middle of January, two months after it was promised. I was given a date in January when it should arrive in a warehouse in Athens. At that point, I was assured, someone would call me and schedule a delivery.
I don't know what it is with us humans, but we always want more or think the grass is greener on the other side of the fence.
I am one of those people who has to keep a calendar. I have to write down all my appointments or I forget. Not just the obligatory doctor and dentist appointments, but social ones as well: bridge dates, when I have to direct bridge for the duplicate club, hair appointments, and other minutiae of life.
I generally prefer winter to summer based on the theory that you can put more clothes on to get warm, but there is a limit to the clothes you can take off to get cool.
When I was growing up, my family always had a cat. I can't remember them all. And after I got married, my home followed that tradition. We always had a cat. But after nearly 50 years of marriage, I can't remember all of their names, either. Most, however, followed a literary tradition, from the first, "Milton," to the last to die, "Earnest" (from "The Importance of Being Ernest"). There were exceptions when my children or a grandchild named a cat. That would include my present cat Julianne, a stray who took up with us and who was named ...
My husband was watching an afternoon TV show last week on which a chef of some renown was cooking. He had toasted an English muffin and sliced it. On the bottom half he put a slice of ham he had cooked in a frying pan, and he topped that with some cheese. He had baked eggs in ramekins, and he placed one of the eggs on top of the cheese and ham and then put some sauce on the other half of the English muffin and put it on the egg. The other hosts then got to enjoy the results.
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Our family Christmas was the usual afternoon, filled with food and laughter. I didn't have a new tub and sink. The tub is still held up in customs. I told the supplier not to ship anything until after Jan. 1. Who wants to be minus a bathroom while hosting Christmas company?
I have been told some strange things in my life.
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution has had several interesting articles lately concerning education. A Dec. 4 article contained ratings of various countries on the 2012 Program for International Student Assessment (PISA). According to the AJC, more than a half-million students in 65 nations took part in the testing.
My birthday was last week. I remember my mother telling me at one time that she was in the hospital after birthing me when Pearl Harbor was bombed. That ought to tell you two things: 1) How old I am; and 2) Oh my goodness, that was a long time ago when a woman actually stayed in the hospital more than one day after having a child.
I took a road trip with one of my daughters last week. The purpose of the trip was not pleasure, but somehow the trip itself (not the business part of the trip) was fun.
I attended my monthly bridge club last week. The talk turned to books we had recently read. We swapped titles and recommendations.
My sister and I were reminiscing lately about our childhood, and in particular our mother's eccentricities.
People are generally amazed when I tell them I take just one baby aspirin per day. The invariable comment is, "That is so wonderful for your age." Somehow that doesn't make me feel too wonderful - just old. But then I reply that I make up for it with my teeth.
When I went to the garden shop of a local big-box store several weeks ago to purchase some flats of pansies and a small bag of dirt to complete the filling of my pots, I happened to talk to a very nice lady who was picking out some bags of dirt for herself.
My husband loves watching the Cooking Channel. He often tries some recipe he has seen or asks me to look it up on the Internet and print it out for him.
I believe I read somewhere that, with the exception of Christmas, Americans spend more money on Halloween than on any other holiday.
I baby-sat two of my grandchildren last Saturday from about 3:30 to 10:30 p.m. I had 28 duplicate boards (decks of cards in plastic holders separated by hands) that had to be premade for a bridge game in which everyone in the United States who plays duplicate at a certain time will play the same hands. I will be the director of that game and must put the hands together for the players. After the game, the players will get a booklet that will tell them how the experts bid and played the same hands.
I spent most of last weekend getting rid of the fungus-infected dirt in my flower pots.
Irene Robinson Smith is moving away from Covington. Not too far, she says. She can be back in 30 minutes, and she and her husband are keeping a small space in Covington they can call home.
My husband and I have been married for 48 years and during that span of time, we have had numerous pets. Most were the usual cats and dogs, but some were not.