Saturday, December 9, 2017


As a lot of people know, the FCC is trying to give the internet to corporations. This means our speed can be slowed whenever AT&T, Comcast, Verizon, et cetera, get the urge while the content we want to see may come with a charge--if we can get it at all.

Thursday, a lot of protests were scheduled all over the country, ours among them. We did not have a large turnout, but it was cold so I'm just glad we had people brave enough to venture out!

We met at the Verizon store. Not that we were protesting them in particular; their location just offered a good place to gather.

Then we moved to the street. If you look closely, you can see the Verizon sign right beside the McDonald's.

Here's the sign my guy made for me.

It actually felt good to be able to express our feelings about the crazy people up in DC. I only wish it would do some good. Maybe when the next election comes around...

Saturday, December 2, 2017


We found a good pizza place in our new home. Peppino's is family friendly with luscious pizza!

The sign out front promises a good deal:

The place itself looks neat:

Inside smells great:

Plenty of tables:

And oh, that pizza!

The pieces are so big, my guy and I share one order. Yum!

Only bad thing is that they're closed on Mondays. And we always seem to get the urge for pizza on Mondays.


Saturday, November 25, 2017


I hope everyone duly gave thanks this past Thanksgiving Day for all their blessings. I know I did. I am especially thankful this year for our free press.

In particular, I am happy to find our new town's newspaper features a crime blotter. And sometimes there are some interesting items. Such as:

A guy tried to pass off a bad check, but the clerk had seen checks from that company before and realized it was fake. He called 911 but the would-be check casher fled before police arrived. However, he left his driver's license behind. Police got a warrant. Bet he was kicking himself for his stupidity when they picked him up!

Another man was sitting in his living room on his sofa...maybe he was reading or watching TV; I don't know...when a Ford Focus burst through the wall and knocked the resident into a coffee table. Luckily, he wasn't hurt and refused transport to the emergency room. Seems the driver was trying to park. What? How can you mistake someone's home for a parking garage?

And there was the case of a couple attending the football game, then returning home to find their house burglarized. About $5000 worth of jewelry, electronics, and clothing was stolen. And to cap it off, the refrigerator doors were left wide open! Bet all their food was spoiled.

Ah, I think this will be an interesting place to live!

Saturday, November 18, 2017


I think I mentioned my guy has a new grill. We had to get one since we sold our island home with nearly everything still in it, including the grill! Anyway, thought I'd show it and brag on his cooking a bit.

Here's the grill:

Here are pork chops, grilling. Boy, did they smell good!

And here are the finished chops:

So we put them on the plates along with a sweet potato and green beans:

I'm delighted to say they didn't last long!

Ummmm, good!

Saturday, November 11, 2017


Ever heard of a cotton gin? Cotton farmers take their cotton to them to get the seeds taken out. Not many of them around now, not like fifty years ago.

But last week, we went to a festival celebrating them. The parade was mostly tractors. All kinds of tractors. Old tractors, new tractors, high tractors, low tractors, red tractors, green tractors...

They must have come from every little town in the vicinity. And the drivers ranged from weather-beaten farmers to mothers/fathers/grandparents with children to Santa Claus himself. Here are some pix my guy took:

The line stretched on forever, it seemed. For over an hour we watched tractors, some pulling trailers with people. There were also cotton pickers, pickup trucks; and a few horse groups:

The crowd was large. I couldn't believe so many people turned out to see a bunch of farmers driving their tractors through the little town of Bostwick! This was just before the parade started:

And this was about halfway through the parade. By that time, I was wishing I had someone's shoulders to sit on!

Afterward, we saw people walking around with stalks of cotton and discovered a nearby field was open for picking. We were tired and we've picked cotton before, so we skipped this part.

People lined up to tour the cotton gin even though it wouldn't start working till an hour or so later. We were too pooped to wait, but my guy did go through the empty building.

Oh, and I naturally found something good to eat. This funnel cake was one of the best I've had!

Small town festivals! You've got to love 'em!

Saturday, November 4, 2017


In coastal Georgia, we had a little autumn color but not like north Georgia. It's quite nice to be back where most of the trees have leaves that turn in the fall.

These trees line a road going toward our house:

And these are pix of our pond:

And these are some geese on our pond just as the leaves started turning. They were only here for a couple of days so I guess we were just a stopover as they flew further south for the winter.

I loved our island home but you can't beat autumn in north Georgia!

Saturday, October 28, 2017


Well, two and a half years after losing our cats, we are adopting a new feline. It took awhile to get over our babies' loss. Then, in the process of changing locations and homes, we decided to wait till we got settled. We still aren't settled but we're ready for a pet!

So we started visiting shelters and looking online and searching for the right cat. A female, my guy decreed. One not too young and not too old. One that had passed the energetic kitten stage but one that was alert and interested.

I saw our cat online first, along with several other adult cats. Her little blurb said that she was a short-haired cat, with a soft, sleek coat; that she was a little shy but when she got to know you, she was friendly; and that since she was a black cat, she was afraid no one would adopt her. For some reason people don't like black cats. We aren't superstitious, so on Thursday we decided to visit her.

It seems our new home has a small but very nice animal control shelter.

The building is small but neat, with fenced areas for the dogs to the left.

And they're open nearly every day, which is convenient.

The staff and volunteers are friendly and anxious to let their animals put their best foot forward. When we went inside, we were greeted and directed to the cat room. There, in cages almost to the ceiling, cats slept or looked out or meowed or poked paws out to us. This is just one section. There are cages behind, too, and on the left side of the room is a matching tower. Then, to the rear is another room for small kittens.

A nice lady pointed out several adult cats and complimented some while reluctantly admitting a beautiful white powderpuff cat, 10 years old, could be a little cranky at times. Here are a couple of less grumpy denizens:

There are two Interaction Rooms for visitors to get to know the cats. Today, one of them was in use to showcase the special cats of the week who got to stay in it all day.

We used the second Interaction Room to interview a whitish cat with pastel markings. She was active, wanting to play and making us laugh with her antics. However, she was a little too frisky for us.

Then we took out a black and white cat who reminded me too much of Roz, but my guy, who was crazy about Roz, was interested. I was concerned she might be ill because though laidback, she hardly moved.

Then we took out Naomi, the black cat I'd seen online, who'd been in the shelter for some time. She didn't want to come out at first but when I left my hand in her cage awhile, she sniffed at it and finally consented to be carried to the play room. There, she looked out the window but didn't dart around. She did come over to us after a few minutes, wanting to be petted. Then she looked out the window some more, and asked to be petted some more. She was active but calm. When she started making up to my guy, he decided she was the one.

After we filled out the papers, they told us to come back the next morning with a carrier and the money for her adoption. They would transport her to the vet the next week for spaying, and we could pick her up from there.

We had an appointment Friday so I asked if we could wait till Monday. The lady at the desk said if we wanted her, we'd better be back the next morning. Naomi had been there a long time. What might happen didn't need to be mentioned. The lady volunteered to let us in earlier than normal hours if that would help. It did and we met her there.

We went out and bought a cat carrier, food, litter and the other stuff a family cat must have. So next week, we'll have a new addition to the household.

I'm rather excited as I decide where to put her water and food dishes. My guy has ordered a screen to go in front of the gas logs; we know from experience how cats love to get into fireplaces! I think he may be a little excited, too.