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.
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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.
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.