Yep, here’s one more fire story: my personal saga with fire. Sunday, July 16, 11:30 pm: we smelled smoke outside as we are getting ready for bed and then saw a haze of smoke around the house. I promptly called 911 and hopped into the car. We determined the smoke was centered around our house only. Another call to 911 gained the news that there had been a fire in…
The past 18 months have been a time for learning for me between my work with the newspaper, the planning commission, no full time job and living in the country. All of a sudden I've had enough revelations about living and life to write many columns! First, I have to return to my recurrent theme-living in the country. Spring has sprung and the birds and bees (and all sorts of…
One unanticipated benefit of living in the country is a feeling of permanent summer vacation. This I just realized today as I was picking the wild blackberries that line one side of our property. As a youngster, I did spend time in country with relatives that owned farms years ago. I can even recall picking cotton at my great grandmother’s though I don’t really remember her. I can’t even remember…
The word for 2001 is…COLD! I know that I’m not telling you anything you don’t know, but we do have a little different take on that since this is our first full winter in our hundred year old house out in the middle of nowhere. After our move during last year’s ice storm and freezing to death our first months in this old house, we have been thrilled to say…
Ah, yes, Christmas is coming. This has been the strangest Christmas season ever for me. I’ve just spent the last 6 weeks immersed in a commercial renovation for our karate school. When I wasn’t working there, I’ve spent my “free” time either sleeping or working for Greater Georgia Printers. Yesterday was my first real day of leisure since early November—a brief hiatus in a now very busy Christmas schedule. There’s…
Everyone talks about the peace and quiet of the country. All of our visitors have commented on the serenity of our "estate"; both my husband and I fell in love with this place simply because of the quiet. How quiet is it? Well, quiet enough to discover a few new things about our world. It’s so quiet that I am able to hear all that air traffic.--all that air traffic…
After I returned from Japan, I kept threatening to write a book entitled "How to be tall at 5’2". I wrote for a weekly entertainment magazine while in Okinawa and was always on the lookout for the zany, the odd, and/or the different to use in my humor column there. (I was going to compile those witty pieces into one volume with that title.) The most obvious difference for me…