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 ...
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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.
I sometimes wonder how my husband and I can have such diametrically opposite opinions and still have remained married for nearly half a century. I am sure many of you who know us wonder, too.
In just a few days, the school year for Newton County children will be over. We'll see pictures of them rushing out of the schools' doors, cheering.
I try to walk at least five days or more a week for close to an hour. Try is the operative word here. When I first retired from teaching, I was much more dedicated. But that was 14 years ago. I am getting more creaky and do not have the stamina I once had. You know, the spirit is willing and all that. I usually meet a friend, and we walk around the downtown area ...
I wrote a column not too long ago bemoaning the fact that my grandchildren were growing up. Well, I have more proof.
Since I last wrote a column about my husband's cabin, he has made additions. The cabin is like Topsy; it just grows. He makes an addition each year. They are always a surprise. He is secretive about his innovations. First, he wanted me to tell you that one wall of his cabin was made from the large doors that once were at the back of Mayfield Hardware, when it was on the square. Beside the ...
My husband gave me an e-reader more than 15 months ago. I was surprised. I had not asked for one, but he thought I would enjoy it.
I suppose it is never a normal spring. But it does seem like we have gotten more rain than usual this spring. Not that there is anything wrong with that as Seinfeld would say. I am sure we will be hearing dire predictions of drought soon enough, and all the rain we have had lately will be forgotten.
My husband and I have lived where we are now living for more than 40 years. More than half my life.
I spent two days with my Macon grandchildren in Macon last week while they were on spring break and their parents were working. It was a thoroughly enjoyable experience, but different.
My erstwhile outdoor cat Julianne has gotten used to the good life with a vengeance. No longer relegated to the outdoors only or playing second banana to an indoor cat, she has asserted her independence and dominance over the household. She now spends the night indoors, usually sleeping on top of my husband or curled up as close to him as possible. He assures me she must be inside for her own safety as there ...
Recently, one of my granddaughters told me I was the best cook ever, and I should enter a cooking show on TV and win her some money, like $100.
I wrote a column last summer about my car not starting and having left my cellphone at home. I was stuck, not knowing anyone's number, and had to walk for help.