Being an ardent heat hater, there is one saving grace for living 69 sultry Julys in Mississippi. The magnificent mater!
Many thanks to my friends Ronnie Tiffin, Beverly Wilson and David Chambless for providing the bounty pictured above. Pure heaven. Continue reading
I had written a poignant and insightful Fourth of July message last night, but something much more compelling has occurred so I will squeeze this one in first.
I awoke this a m to find PeeDiddie, the cat,completely potted. She had passed out on the center island of my kitchen where I suspect she cavorts when I’m not around to monitor her activity. Continue reading
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“Get out of Starkville” opened this spring and it is a cross between voluntary incarceration and hunting for brain-challenging clues to get out! If you can find your way out in 60 minutes you win. If not, you lose. My team was working on the last clue when time ran out. If we hadn’t had two engineers on our team, Marie, Phyllis and I would still be in there. Continue reading
I awoke this morning, got all dressed up in my best gardening attire and headed outside to work in the garden. The reason I have to dress up to garden is that I live on a major thoroughfare which is used by thousands of people and I would hate for them to know what a frump I can be.
Four feet out I felt as if I was having an asthma attack and I don’t even have asthma. At 8 a.m. the heat index was already in the triple digits and gardening would have to wait. It was too early to indulge in my favorite addiction – Netflix on the rocks – so I checked my email. The first message I opened up had me in stitches and replaced my dejection with rejuvenation.
Several of my neighbors were sitting around the breakfast table yesterday sipping coffee and talking about how fortunate we are to have such wonderful, helpful people living around us. They see us at our worst and never tell a soul…like when I put out my garbage wearing my son’s football helmet and my bathrobe. Hey, it was cold, I was bald and I couldn’t find my hat. Continue reading