Wow! It's Been Awhile. How Time Flies When You're Having Fun!

My old blog is still here!! I should write something ... Maybe I will ... Well, not at this exact moment.

I'm Still Alive ...

Haven't done anything with this for a long, long, LONG time, but just for the record, I'm still here. Still alive. Still kicking.

Looks like most of my previous pictures have disappeared. When I get a chance I'll fix that. Not today. Times are hard and I have no time to even go into that.

So there you have it.

Veronica's Kids

Ronnie's goats had three little kids -- much to her delight. You may get the impression that she's a girl who likes animals!

Guess where I am today

Here's a little hint.

Yes, I'm sitting here in my favorite spot watching the cars pass outside the window. Eating food that I didn't cook on dishes I don't have to worry about. True, the meal doesn't quite measure up to my pristine health and environmental standards ... But face it, neither do the majority of the meals I eat at home.

I just like sitting here wasting time and watching the world roll by.

Me

One Brave Little Flower Stands Alone

Last living flower in the old flowerbed. I wanted to say something philosophical or profound.
But nothing comes to mind. Oh well, in a week it'll be dead with all the rest.

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Mama's Reminiscence

Today is Mama's 89th birthday. She was reminiscing about her younger days.

About when she was square dancing at age 18 and her partner swung her off the floor and her feet slipped halfway out of her high heels and she didn't know if she could hit the ground a'running or not. (But she did.)

And about the day the stock market crashed -- it was on her birthday and she was a freshman in high school. And how, at that time, she and her friend, Evelyn, would buy hamburgers for lunch for 10 cents each. They'd buy a bottle of pop for 5 cents and ask for two glasses.

And how, when she and Daddy were married (ages 19 and 21 respectively), they paid their employees 20 cents per hour. (At that time, Daddy was already an established orchard man and fruit packer.)

I love to hear her tell those things. It's all so clear in her memory and she makes me feel almost like I can see it.