slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: Lake Waccamaw
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No April Fool’s today. Nothing could shock me. I would believe anything. I can’t seem to deal with updating this website. I don’t want to make anything for sale. I haven’t been doing my stitch meditations for the past week. I don’t feel like starting seeds or planting anything. I don’t care about cooking any…
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I’ve needed to go to the lake since mid June. It’s the place I am drawn to when my heart needs healing. Usually I need a few days by myself, but Sandy knows to give me my space when we are there. With Diego’s short life prognosis and Pablocito suddenly being the only mammal at…
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This will be photo heavy. The source of the Waccamaw River, at the dam at Lake Waccamaw. It rained heavily off and on while we were there, but after the rain, you know…
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From a couple of weeks ago…1) one last photo of Bernie and Liz and the ducklings from Jerry. 2) In front of the Tipsy Toad Gallery at Cape Fear Winery, photo by Jerry. 3) Another photo by Jerry. I had to include this one because I was making a face in the first one. I…
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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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^^^My yin yang feline nephew and niece I’m down at the lake again for the three day weekend. My sister got the gift of shingles for her birthday, which is Monday. She is doing fairly well, though, because she went to the doctor and got meds for it at an early stage. It’s chilly, so…
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I don’t think that I have been here before for New Year’s Eve. I expect a lot of fireworks and gunshots. That won’t be much different than Greensboro has been in the past few years though. My priorities are to spend time with my sister, get the tapestries finished and ready for display, and do…
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Here’s a coffee pot post from Lake Waccamaw. I’m not sure if I’ve ever been here in December. The first day I was here the high was 77 degrees! Now it is more seasonable in the fifties. A couple of weeks ago it was warm enough that the gators and turtles in the canal were…
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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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Riding out the storm was scarier than I thought it would be. I can’t imagine riding out a hurricane, although Ian was on the fence between Tropical Storm and Category 1. It was the sustained winds that were freaky. Once they started, they didn’t end for hours. It felt like a switch had been flipped…
slowly she turned 