slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Month: December 2020
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Well, there won’t be anything exciting in this post, as you might guess. But it is a tradition for me. In January, I only posted once, on New Year’s Day, with my aspirations for the year ahead. Of course, nobody could see what was coming. Sandy retired on Dec. 31, so this was his first…
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A couple of photos from my walk yesterday. ^^^This is a bit disturbing.
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I spent most of the past 24 hours in bed, and boy am I feeling it. I was really surprised when I slept eleven hours last night, mostly solid. Sandy remarked that it is because of depression, and I suppose that he is right. Another reminder that depression is not sadness, because I don’t particularly…
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More than anything, this is a test to see if WordPress behaves on my Kindle. I finally wrangled the Tapestry Weaver South site away from its old hosting company. They knew we had moved the site, but yet they kept bugging us with spam and then emails to update the credit card on file. The…
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Pablocito posed in perfect lighting for a photo shoot yesterday. Sandy started taking photos and then I took some from a different angle. I love the Batcat shadow. This also had the purpose of being my “before” photo of the chest of drawers, which hasn’t been cleaned off since at least 2017, since I found…
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My favorite Christmas song. I just can’t abide the syrupy bouncy ones any more. I do love some of the old crooners like Sinatra and Clooney, though. One year, we had a receptionist that was quite mentally ill and very angry at me and the office manager. That December she had gotten another job on…
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I am hardly even pretending that I am celebrating Christmas this year. Honestly, it feels like any other day. I did turn on the Christmas lights on the front porch, which I never take down. The good news is that the Flickr project is officially done. I don’t have to worry about my links being…
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It’s a Festivus miracle! Frank Costanza: Many Christmases ago, I went to buy a doll for my son. I reached for the last one they had, but so did another man. As I rained blows upon him, I realized there had to be another way. Cosmo Kramer: What happened to the doll? Frank Costanza: It…
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Yeah, I know. But it IS an early payday for me. I am making way on being debt-free, although I will probably need to hit this home equity loan again once the pandemic is over for house repairs and yard work, maybe a used car or car repairs. The tax refund from this spring with…
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I finished “How Green Was My Valley,” a coming-of-age novel set in a small Wales mining village, at a time when workers were beginning to strike against the mine owners. My great-grandmother was named Martha Washington David, from a line of Davids that immigrated to South Carolina from Wales in the early 1800s. Anyway, it…
slowly she turned 