One of the first columns I wrote was about my husband and his love of kitchen gadgets. He hasn't changed his ways.
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.
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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.
If you didn't attend this year's Monte Carlo for the Arts, the annual fundraiser held by Southern Heartland Arts Inc., you missed a good time. My husband and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I will get some cards from my children and grandchildren. And I will give them cards, but that's about it. I don't expect fancy flowers and candy from my husband and he doesn't expect presents from me. That doesn't mean we aren't happy with each other; we are. It just means we are happy without the presents.
I walked down my back steps last week and saw a daffodil blooming. I know that in itself is not unusual. What makes it unusual is that it was blooming in the bed of my husband's pickup truck.
An article in the AJC last week noted that $2.7 million was spent by proponents of the charter school amendment as compared with $262,822 spent by those who opposed the amendment. Among those who contributed to the proponent campaign were K12 Inc. and Charter Schools USA, both for profit companies that manage charter schools. Walmart heiress Alice Walton contributed $600,000. Other large contributors were StudentsFirst of Sacramento, Calif., American Federation for Children, PublicSchoolsOptions.org of Arlington, Va. Please notice that very little, if any, of the money spent to advocate for this amendment was local. Also please ...
A new computer has been placed on my desk at The Covington News. Let me correct that, a new-to-me computer.
I got an email from my sister last week reminding me that it was Elvis' birthday, his 78th one to be exact. I have Elvis socks that feature his name and musical notes and a small guitar with his name on it that is a Christmas ornament bought at Graceland. But that's it. My sister has more Elvis memorabilia than anyone I know. It all started on a whim.
The holiday season is over. For the last two months, all I have been doing is making lists. The need for a list usually hits me in the morning when I am sitting at my kitchen table and drinking my morning cup of tea. I have a whole day ahead of me and I try to organize what I need to do for the day. I can't keep as many trains of thought going in my mind as I once could, and I need written reminders. I make lists of the lists. I write on the closest thing at ...
I hate to admit this, but even at my age, I love Legos. I bought Duplos for my children when they were little and enjoyed playing with them. As my children grew, we transitioned into Legos. When my grandchildren came along, I bought more Duplos, and we spent many happy hours with them. I would build a tower, and the granddaughter would knock it down. Then we'd do it all over again and again and again. As they grew older, I bought more complicated Lego sets.
The Lego sets that were available for my children were not as fancy ...