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.
I have bought my sister's Christmas present and she will buy mine early. We have the same taste in books. So we have gotten into the habit of buying each other books for Christmas that we both want to read. We buy them early, read them first and then give the book as a Christmas present. It does mean we have one less surprise for Christmas. But at our ages who needs surprises? We'd rather have something we want and will enjoy.
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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.
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.