I spent the weekend in Nashville with my boys. We went Christmas shopping and picked up a truck load of the Christmas spirit and a bunch of gifts. They took me to the Green Hills Mall which is a shopper’s paradise, though a bit upscale for a small town girl who has just managed to find her way around the local CVS.
Gary Florreich, our beloved “flo-mop” (we called him that as children because we couldn’t pronounce Florreich) departed the world yesterday, and it was way too soon. The entire West Point High School Class of ‘65 will be grieving for a long, long time. ( Above from left Scott Murrah and Gary perform at one of our many class reunions.)
Erma Bombeck once said, “Once you get a spice in your home, you have it forever. Women never throw out spices,” she added. Man, I’m a believer.
Sometimes I want to kick myself. Today I got a chance to tour what I consider one of the most beautiful old homes in my hometown. I passed that house, what…maybe 6,000 times during my youth and 5,000 times since then. I never noticed the “for sale” sign in the yard if there ever was one.
I’m taking a break from my vegetarian soapbox to declare this week National Happiness Week. You’re the first to know, because I just dreamed it up about five minutes ago. But doesn’t this week seem l like the perfect time to celebrate happy times as families gather across the country for Thanksgiving.?
(But I will take this small commercial break to suggest that one of the reasons I’m so happy and optimistic is because I’m not eating Henny Penny or Bessie the Cow any longer.)