C: Indulgent Day!

I had to work yesterday (Saturday, Labor Day weekend, no less!).  I had to travel an hour's drive north to interview some kids in need.  As I often do, I wrangled V to go with me and "meander." We knew of flea markets and home-cookin' cafes up that way to try out.  And, that's just what we did.  I don't often have that kind of meandering time so that, alone, was an indulgence.  We turned my work day into a fun day.   But the real indulgence came that evening when I nosed around for supper. First, let me ask you: What do you think of when you think of an "indulgence?"  Is it caviar with champagne?  Is it fine chocolates?  Well, my friends, if that's the case with you, you may be missing out, for as I poked through my pantry, I found a true indulgence: a box of cheeseburger macaroni Hamburger Helper!

Why this processed, full-of-artificials was in my pantry, I have no clue.  It is not something on my shopping list, so I assume that Son had brought it…


It is cliche to talk about stepping on Legos with bare feet.
Those of us who have young children or grandchildren know how excruciating that can be.
 I have no little people in my household these days, so one might think I would be free of such dangers...not so!
 You know what hurts just as much?  Stepping on the shard of a deer femur. In fact, it feels very much like stepping on a Lego. It happened to me just this morning. 

My latest, and third, Belgian Malinois “Lefty” is truly a country dog.We live pretty far off the main road, down a long dirt driveway.But, still, we wanted him contained.We have always used our fenced backyard to contain our dogs—even Mailinois, but Lefty kept escaping.
Our fence is four feet pickets, and it has worked very well in the past, except for  our Daisy, who was a digger.Every once in a while Son and I would have to go out and fill the escape hatches she had dug under our fence with rocks.
When Lefty and his brother Poncho (now deceased) began getting out…

C: A Passing, A Gathering

I feel wistful.At age 68, I am now truly an orphan.My parents have been gone several years now, my father-in-law, too.This left my mother-in-law to reside next door to me, in her own little abode.She and I, single women out in the country, did well together.I would work too hard all day, usually stopping in to see her a few minutes before plopping down exhausted at my own home.Sometimes I would guiltily slink past her little trailer, too tired for conversation but knowing she had been alone all day and feeling I should have spared her that few minutes of companionship—selfish me.
She has been gone a couple of weeks now and I have not yet felt any authentic mourning.I am not sure what that will look like, as I am a fairly stoic person, but I feel it looming around behind me as I go through each day, as if it will overtake at some unexpected moment.
As I was shopping for groceries today, the thought of her absence came, probably because grocery shopping was something we usually did togeth…


I have a brand-new sewing machine!Truthfully, it is about three years old.About a year after purchase I splurged on a nifty sewing machine case on rollers.So, we progressed from having a brand-new/year-old sewing machine still in its original packaging to one that has been carefully placed in its case…rolling case has not been opened since.  The case has rolled nowhere.
So, for two years, my new, three-year-old sewing machine has languished in isolation in the corner of my dressing room, barely noticed.
With the passing of my mother-in-law two weeks ago, I inherited her sewing table.It’s nifty, too!I will be taking my brand-new sewing machine from its isolation cell and installing it in the table this weekend.
I am wondering if I have the energy to tackle actually putting thread in the machine for the first time and giving her a go.As I thought about that, I began again to really want to sew.
Here’s the problem.Years ago (like thirty + years ago), when my son was little, I did a tiny bit …

C: Return to Blogging--From the Quarantine!

We've missed blogging and all our blogging friends.

C still works at her law office, too hard but loves it! 

As for V, well she is blessed with a whole cadre of grandchildren who have kept her busy, even though she is now a retiree.

We are determined to keep the connections we enjoyed with blogging.  Please bear with us as we re-learn.  We are finding out that, simple as Blogger is, we're "creaky" and out of practice, but we are confident we will get where we want to be.  We have big plans. I know that you all are in the same social distancing situation as are we, although our state has been coming out of the stricter measures, now going into statewide mask mandate. COVID-19 plague has impacted C's work and everyone's movements.  
COVID has these old dogs learning new tricks.  C has been participating in Zoom (remote) trials and predicts that these will become standard for many types of legal proceedings in the future now that we've been forced to try it.

C: And That's What It's All About!

My, hasn't there been controversy lately?  V and I have lamented that we know we are getting old because the world seems so very strange--topsy turvey, even.

V is in a twit (Is that a word?  Is it a polite word?) about the Supreme Court decision on same-sex marriage. I am much calmer about it--as a lawyer I wholly expected the decision.

Then, there is the Rebel flag controversy.  I admit that I have one, myself, around here somewhere.  I never thought of it as a banner of racism, only as nostalgic Southern culture, but after the recent discussions, I have come to realize that many do, and that offense has taken on horrible magnitude in the wake of the Charleston AME massacre.

Again, as a lawyer, I have pondered the controversy of same-sex marriage as it collides with religious beliefs.and the flying of the Rebel Flag as it collides with free speech.

I gotta say, our Founding Fathers (FFs) have my deep respect.  They crafted a marvelous system.  I work within it every day, and I'm …

C: My Definition of "Early Christmas Shopping"

Until the last five or so years (coinciding with husband's departure), my house was the Christmas gathering point beginning with Christmas Eve where every child under 18 received their Christmas Eve Bag full of goodies, continuing through a highly-family-traditionalized Christmas breakfast, ending with a Christmas evening dinner with friends.  This concentration of holiday festivities demanded lots of planning.  I would begin in the summer grabbing sale items off the end caps of big-box stores for gifts.  By Christmas week, all presents were wrapped and ready because I would have to turn my attention to food. Since I have been single, however, things have conspired to dwindle my Christmas activities down to almost nothing.  First, following my husband's abandonment of me and his entire family, I went into a shock state that prohibited exact replication of  past celebrations, although we went through the motions.  In more recent years, there have been other factors, not the le…