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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September is an awkward month.
It's my turn to have my ladies' bridge club this month. There are eight of us, and we meet one evening a month at someone's house.
Early last spring, a young lady who was a high school senior was an intern in The Covington News newsroom. She came in a few afternoons a week, was willing to try anything and was always cheerful. She entertained us with her stories about high school.
Stacy London and Clinton Kelly are beginning their 10th and final season of the television program "What Not to Wear" on TLC.
I painted the floor of my back porch last weekend. It took a day to clean it and move the stuff on it to various other places. Then I had to sweep, vacuum, and repeat and repeat. Then I mopped. That took a day.
The seven deadly sins are pride, envy, gluttony, lust, anger, greed and sloth. I'll admit to gluttony, especially when chocolate is involved.
Though I have been retired from teaching for almost 13 years, I still work part time. I stay busy, and I sometimes wonder how I ever got anything done while I worked full time, especially when I had children at home.
This has been the wettest spring and early summer that I can remember. Or maybe it just seems so because we had gone previously through about five years of drought.
My two weeks of grandchildren-sitting are over. I have about gotten my house back in order.
My Macon granddaughters are still with me this week. This week they and my two Covington granddaughters are attending Art Camp on the square at the Southern Heartland Gallery.
Editor's note: Due to weather forecasts, Covington's Fourth of July celebration will take place on Saturday, July 6, this year.
Atlanta will host the Summer 2013 North American Bridge Championships Aug. 1-11 at the Hyatt Regency, 265 Peachtree St. It has been awhile since Atlanta has hosted a national tournament. Most of the big names in American and international bridge circles will be there.
My sister is having some renovations done to her house and is momentarily out of bathrooms. So she has been staying with me intermittently.
My sister and I recently went to see the "Manifold Greatness" exhibit at the Nancy Guinn Library in Conyers. The exhibit celebrates the 400th anniversary of the King James Version of the Bible, first printed in 1611.
I have been working in the yard for the last week or two. All I want to do is get the weeds out of my flower beds.