Brenda, my closet and dearest neighbor, celebrated her 63rd birthday on September 25. That may not sound very exciting to you, but to us it was monumental. Her “moon vine” decided to celebrate her life and didn’t forget the date the way I did.
Monthly Archives: September 2009
Protect yourself from wasps (and bad guys)
For my money and safety, wasp spray may be a better deterrent for intruders than a gun. I’d surely shoot myself if I had a gun and the worse I can do with wasp spray is blind myself temporarily.
Living with a disappearing person
Statistics tell us that more than 35 million people are afflicted with Alzheimers disease. Practically every family is touched by this cruel illness that robs people of their loved ones long before death takes them away.
My own family is dealing with Alzheimers on several fronts. My cousin, Edna, from Maui and I spent several days together last week discussing how she is coping with her mother’s illness. Edna left her career and her beloved Memphis last year to return to the islands to care for her mother, my aunt.
Ballgame interrupted by wardrobe malfunction
I missed the big ball game yesterday between LSU and Mississippi State.
Oh yeah, I went out there during a driving rain storm, and stood around under a leaky tailgate tent and wondered if this was taking “fun” a little too far. But the disaster occurred as we headed for the game.
First of all, they took away our umbrellas – they’re about as welcome in the stadium as a fifth of sour mash. Suddenly, without warning my right shoe just fell apart. I guess all that slogging through mud and murk just dissolved the glue which seemed to be the only thing holding it together.
But they are brand new and I’d never even worn them before, I whined.
Outraged by "The Heist"
I have one less necklace in my possession and I am appalled at the gall of whomever stole it.
I wouldn’t mind so much except it was perhaps my favorite piece of jewelry – not worth much – only a sterling silver rectangular locket with photos of my two favorite men inside – no not my boyfriends, my sons! Continue reading