Saturday, July 29, 2017


We've been running like crazy from dawn till dusk. No time to keep up with my FaceBook friends or even enjoy TV at night. So this week, I'm putting in a picture of the truck we rented from Lowe's to transport our shelves we had cut that were too long for our little SUV. My guy really misses having a pickup, and he was excited to be driving one again.

And while we were there---I found a rug for our third bedroom that has wooden floors!

We were afraid we'd have to pick it up and take it home ourselves, but it'll be delivered to our door in a couple of weeks! Good old UPS!

We are hoping to be in the house next week. Still a lot of remodeling to do but at least we've got the basics done.

Saturday, July 22, 2017


Since our new house is an older 'new' house, we have been working on it. Some pix below:

Here's the man at Lowe's cutting new wire shelving for the closets:

And here are relatives using a saw to cut oversized shelves from kitchen cabinets in half so I can see what's on the bottom shelf below. Notice the lovely new rail on our lovely new deck. Thank you, Charles!

And here is Hector, painting the ceiling in the kitchen. Notice the gorgeous crown molding:

I think we're gonna like it here!

Saturday, July 15, 2017


We've been so engrossed in getting our house ready, I almost forgot to blog. Luckily, we went by a farmers market this morning while picking up my guy's photograph from the art gallery in a neighboring town. We parked and got out, but a sign was the first thing we saw:

Amid the booths, a couple were playing guitars and singing as buyers browsed. You might can make them out in the middle of this picture, where they had a little stage beyond the blue tent:

Then these baskets of homegrown, ripe tomatoes caught my eye. The smell wafted up to me and I was a goner I got in line to buy some.

And back home for lunch. Guess what we had? That's right! Good old mater sandwiches!

Yum! How I love summer tomatoes!

Saturday, July 8, 2017


All across America, people celebrated the Fourth of July last Tuesday. I was a little disappointed at the lack of hoopla here in our new home. I'm accustomed to a lot of activities on the Fouruth, but here, the fireworks display was on Saturday before the Fourth.

The county we lived in ten years ago, went all out -- hosting a festival, dance and other activities at the fairgrounds.along with a splendid steam engine parade. The island we just left enjoyed a golf cart parade with veterans showcased, as well as the Sunshine Craft Festival before fireworks that evening.

But this time, we had to settle for a simple reading of the Declaration of Independence. My Indivisible chapter hosted it. Maybe a hundred people showed up, with a local author giving a quick review of Georgia's three representatives. George Walton was only twenty-seven when he signed while Lyman Hall was fifty-three. Both men later served as governors of the state and had counties named for them. (During Hall's term, the legislation creating the University of Georgia was passed: it is the first university in the country chartered by a state government.) Button Gwinnett, alas, had failed at business and farming before getting into politics. He might have done well politicking except that he died about a year after signing the Declaration. Seems he got into an argument with another notable Georgian that led to a duel, and they shot each other. McIntosh survived his wound; Gwinnett did not.

After the brief history lesson, several members (along with their children and grandchildren) each read a sentence or two of the document. When it began describing King George's terrible actions, I couldn't help but think they sounded awfully familiar. A lot like what this President has been doing, as a matter of fact! I later heard that NPR's tweeting of the entire declaration outraged this President's supporters who thought NPR was maligning him.

Finally, three naturalized Americans gave short summaries on what being an American meant to them. I was reminded again that all of us, unless we are pure native Americans, were immigrants or are descended from immigrants.

The gathering lasted less than an hour and was held in the lovely yard of a local restaurant. As far as I know, it was the only acknowledgement of how America came to be.

Here are some photos, courtesy of my guy.

This is the crowd gathering:

Some people had to sit on the ledge:

Others had to sit on the pavers:

This is the beginning of the line of readers:

If I remember correctly, this was the last reader:

And I believe this is one of the naturalized Americans:

Saturday, July 1, 2017


As many of you know, the last election was upsetting to me. I had so many friends and relatives who were vehemently for Trump, I halfway expected the conman/charlatan to win but I still hoped. Afterward I was proud to be one of the millions who marched for women's rights, making an uncomfortable but unforgettable trip to DC with other like-minded women and men. Back home, I joined some resistance groups.

When we moved, I was fortunate to find an INDIVISIBLE chapter in our new town. This past week, we joined with two other groups to protest against the unconscionable healthcare bill -- WEALTHcare bill, as some of our number call it in reference to the big tax cut it gives the wealthiest one percent and insurance/medical corporations -- that McConnell is pushing in the Senate.

We met in front of the University Arches and for an hour held our signs and listened to some firsthand accounts of people who will be hurt by the bill. Several of them were there for their children. It's heartbreaking to realize these kids, through no fault of their own, will be the real people to suffer.

So here are a few pix from the rally, courtesy of my guy: And yes, it was quite peaceful because liberals generally abhor violence. Heck, I don't even like to get into arguments.

This one was in the beginning when we were gathering (I'm hiding behind my sign, as usual):

This was taken after our INDIVISIBLE banner got there:

And here is a wider view:

And one last shot as we aimed our signs at downtown traffic. This one was taken just before a nice policeman instructed us to leave a pathway for pedestrians walking on the sidewalk and through the arches. Being law-abiding citizens, we of course obliged.

Many people don't realize it, but nearly half the babies born are paid for with Medicaid. (We had pro-life people protesting with us, because a baby legally declared a person at conception means our responsibility to it is just beginning.) Besides childbirth, about sixty per cent of people in nursing homes are covered by Medicaid, many of them who've exhausted their savings.

No matter what Republicans say (they are blatantly lying in order to sell their healthcare plan), people are going to be hurt if it passes.

By the way, I'm not a Democrat. I'm a proud Independent who has voted for Republicans in the past. I used to believe a man's character was more important than his party but now I'm having to rethink my views.