Yellow Gaze

Wow.  It's the end of the month already.  How time flies when you're out of sorts.  

I've been sick since two days before Christmas - first acute bronchitis, then a few days of thinking I was better, then incessant coughing and labored breathing.  Could I have the Wuhan?

I don't have much to report which is why I'm posting a picture of my mother's cat, Daisy Mae.  She doesn't look like a sweet, Southern Daisy Mae (she's not) with that piercing yellow stare, but we haven't seen her in a while and blog posts with photos are always better than posts without.  You're welcome.

I haven't been doing much because the not-breathing thing wears me out, but Ed and I did find some time to make fresh pasta.  I will DEFINITELY be doing that again - SO much easier than I anticipated, and really quite delicious for a first attempt. 

The weather here has been nice but I gotta tell you - and I know the people in the colder climates will want to bonk me over the head for this - I'm reaaaallllly tired of seeing the sun.  The way you feel about long winters with snow and cold is exactly how I feel about 280-something days of sunshine a year.  It's really enough already.  I can't even tell you how happy several overcast days (in a row!) would make me.  

OK, so I just wanted to check in and let y'all know we're still here.  Hope the beginning of this glorious new year has been treating you well.  

Talk to you all soon!



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2019: The Beautiful Cabbage Flower
2018: Waiting In Wilmington
2017: The Wild Life Of Trucking
2016: Special Order
2015: Clooney Was Not At The End Of The Pier
2014: Where They Build Palaces Out Of Corn
2013: Modern Market Girl
2012: A Berry Good Time
2011: Traveling Through Mountain Ranch
2010: Backroads
2009: If Only I Could Fit All Of This Information On A Bumper Sticker…
2008: Gambling Haze
2007: Published
2006: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
2005: Sorry, no post on this day. The blog didn’t start until May 2005!

Where The Boys Were

The three stones beneath this tree in my backyard were made by my three nephews when they were little boys.  Before Ed and I bought this house from my mother.

They played in the backyard, in the mud, in the stream, building with bricks, digging with shovels, just being boys.

I like looking out my kitchen window and seeing these three reminders lined up beneath that tree.  It makes me smile whenever I catch a glimpse because it takes me back to their little faces, streaked with mud and sweat, glistening in the sun.  When there were no cares.  No homework.  No after-school jobs.  

They were just boys running free.  Taking my heart wherever they went.

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2019: Free Poured Art
2018: Tastier Than A Tide Pod
2017: Moving Reward
2016: Her Talent Is Black And White

2015: Veteran Cruiser

2014: Drill, Baby, Drill

2013: Ruling Color

2012: After This, It’s Time To Close The Left Door For A While

2011: I Think I’ve Seen This Person On Facebook

2010: Eating Crud Is So Much Tastier Than Eating Crow

2009: Chihuly In The Trees

2008: Is It Really SO Hard??

2007: Snowball In Hell

2006: The Southern Family Tree

2005: Sorry, no post on this day. The blog didn’t start until May 2005!