Sunday, September 6, 2020 I watched church online. Online church has become my new normal. Ray bought seed and worked on planting it or repairing the tractor all weekend. He thought he had the tractor up and running Read more…
Wednesday, August 5, 2020 Ray ordered 100 chicks. They should arrive today or tomorrow. Apparently, we are going into the chicken business. Stephanie and Hayden arrived safely in Salida, CO on Saturday. They hung a hummingbird feeder near Read more…
Friday, July 3, 2020 Effective today, you must wear a mask in public in all Texas counties with twenty or more confirmed COVID-19 cases by order of Governor Abbott. According to the news, you are warned the first time Read more…
Monday, June 1, 2020 I bought some lavender-scented paper towels from HEB. They were printed with pretty purple flowers, and the price was reduced on the package of six double rolls. I neglected to consider that since they are scented Read more…
“To everyone that ever wished spring break could last forever: this is why your mother told you to be careful what you wish for.”
Tomorrow many restaurants and shops in Texas are opening back up. People are protesting for businesses to reopen at the state capitol. And Dallas has had a spike in cases the last two days. We still don’t have masks, but I guess we should try to find some. I am fearful of things getting back to normal too quickly.
In that moment, mostly drowning in shock and denial, your eyes are opened to reality and you can’t imagine how someone like you got here. For me this eye-opening reality experience happened in a sequence of catastrophes that lasted for days. It all started with the ringing of my cell phone…
The dream ends with me wondering around a crowded shopping mall wearing no make-up and clad in pajamas seeking a dressing room where I can put on the bra I have tucked in my purse. This sheltering in place must be getting to me.
I purchased Gruber’s Jungle Oil at the Tuesday morning Gringo Market in Boquete, Panama. They don’t sell Gringos at the market, it’s like a small flea market where the U.S. retirees gather and buy and sell produce, baked goods, and handcrafts.
Someone donates a book to a library, and I purchase it from a library book sale. I place it on my “To Be Read” shelf. Sometime later, I retrieve the book, open it, and begin reading the book.