Last weekend I went to Macon to help my oldest granddaughter prepare for a midterm exam in English (I guess Language Arts). She is in 7th grade and having a midterm? She had to be able to identify all kinds of pronouns, some of which I had to look up. She also had to recognize compound, simple, complex and compound-complex sentences. She had to label the clauses in the sentence, identify them as to independent or dependent and then label the type of sentence.
My two daughters and four granddaughters came to my house the Saturday before Thanksgiving to help me put up my Christmas decorations and tree. I usually don't put up the tree that early, but who is going to turn down free help.
The AJC reported in a Nov. 3 article that Michelle Nunn spent over $13.1 million on her campaign while David Perdue spent $11.4 million. Outside interests spent $28.4 million on the senate race. In the governor's race Nathan Deal spent $14.2 million and Jason Carter spent $7.8 million.
I spent last week helping one of my daughters paint the paneling in her den. For most of you who are not my age those two words (paneling and den) are probably words you have not heard very often.
I have come to the conclusion that my husband and I cannot cook together in the same kitchen. We have widely divergent styles, even in preparation for cooking.
My club lady with a vengeance friend has dragooned me again into doing something. I am to be a story teller at Scary Tales and Trails. I think I was the first one she called when she decided she needed story tellers, and I agreed without thinking it over much. After all, I told and acted out stories every day while I taught school. Greek myths, legends of King Arthur, Shakespeare. Anything to amuse the masses. You have to be part ham to teach school.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
Last weekend was my husband's birthday. We won't say which one. My out-of-town daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren were here to help my local grandchildren and family celebrate.
I'm still struggling with my new computer. But I am getting there.
Around 20 years ago my bedroom TV committed murder/suicide. It was sitting on a gate leg table whose leaves were folded. The TV was one of those very large and heavy ones, and its weight must have made the table legs begin to separate. That slight tilt led to the TV jumping to its death in the middle of the night, and it took the VCR with it. The crash scared me and my husband to death.