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
So here I sit at this horribly advanced age (where I’ve been for 26 days) wondering where all the time went. And why, for Pete’s sake, haven’t accomplished all the things I planned for myself.
Now that I’m practically grown up I am shocked and dismayed that I have only vague ideas of what it is I want. Then it came to be like a bolt out of the dark. I’ve been working this thing from the outside in, instead of inside out. I have been doing the external things like picking out new wall paint and eye make-up when I should have been addressing the hole in my soul.. Continue reading
Sunday morning is coming down in glorious technicolor and here I sit in my ugly brown box like a truant confined for bad behavior. I’m waiting for someone to rescue me but there’s not a soul in sight. I’d better figure out how to escape before it’s too late. I’m declaring this “Think outside the box day.” Continue reading
Perhaps the “funnest” (sorry Miss Elizabeth) time this year was today in Mississippi when a bunch of women got together for a painting party to benefit the Kitty Bryan Dill Cancer Endowment Center. We painted some pottery, a few canvases, our clothes and at least one of us came home with paint on her face.
From left see artists Mary Jo Hill, Norma Atkins, Marie Portera, that Jones girl, Judy Staggers and Stacy Weems. Continue reading