slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: Family
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Diego left this world about three weeks ago. Diego and Pablocito came to us as fosters suddenly after we visited PetSmart just before they closed on August 20, 2013. They had just been brought in from the animal shelter and never even made it to the cage in the adoption room. We brought them both…
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I copied this post from my personal Facebook page from yesterday morning below: “I’d hesitated to post this, but in the spirit of a public service announcement – if you have any symptoms of having a stroke, it’s SO IMPORTANT to call 911 or get yer butt to an ER right away. Better safe than…
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Here’s where I spent the last part of March and the first part of April – at Lake Waccamaw in Columbus County, North Carolina. I took a photo of this wonderful map from 1915 (Field of Operations, Soil Map) at Penn’s Grill in Whiteville, where we liked our breakfast so much, we went back for…
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This is a hard post to write. You’d think that I’d have it all down by now, considering how many hours I’ve spent awake in the middle of the night writing it in my head. But it’s one of those occasions when words won’t suffice. My brother Tim died early on Christmas morning. Sandy and…
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I’m writing this afternoon from a present that Santa brought early, a new all-in-one desktop computer with a 24″ monitor. I hope that this will help with my physical issues that I got working on my laptop, but mainly I wanted a computer that I can use as personal device. I was never comfortable, for…
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I’ve had plenty of stuff to write about in the past month, but no motivation to do it. I know what’s happening. As long as I keep my brain occupied by games of logic, I won’t think about what is happening to my brother-in-law, and by extension, my sister. He is suffering. She is suffering.…
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It’s a gorgeous day. Even yesterday with its rainstorm was great. We spent about an equal amount here at the lake house and at my sister’s house, visiting, eating good cheese and grilled chicken. This morning we could hear the birds sing, and the occasional car or truck on its way to and from Easter…
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Yesterday I started blogging some of my earliest memories and I’m going to continue to do that from time to time. I think a lot about them when I am in that world between wakefulness and sleep. Plus, there is not really too much else to write about in my personal life, and I prefer…
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This really will be a brain sweep, since I am kind of overwhelmed with all of the possibilities that I have for this weekend. All of them at home, of course. I’m trying out the gallery feature on WordPress for the first time. So, a bit of autobiography. My earliest memory is probably my grandfather…
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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 