Saturday, December 16, 2017

Decorating

We've been decorating today. I've been in a fetch and go mode. Since my decorating skills are limited, I relegated to the, "Go get the green box from the shed. Now, go get the box with the wreaths. Go get the lights." You get the idea.

I ran to the hardware store for a pot for the tree and some glue to fix an antique stocking holder that was broken last year.

To get out of the way, I headed to Sumiton (a small town about 11 miles away) to get Chinese food for supper. That much I can do.

When I got home, I went into my bathroom to wash my hands for supper and there on my vanity was Santa. It was good seeing my old friend.

Tomorrow, we'll put up the tree.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.



Friday, December 15, 2017

Mornings are magical

Yesterday morning the temps were in the upper 20s as I headed out to work. Most of the color is gone now. My side yard is now a crunchy carpet of leaves. Cranking the truck, I sat there for a while allowing the engine time to warm up before pulling out of the driveway.

A lone gray squirrel sat on my backyard fence munching an acorn. He stopped for a moment to consider me before getting back to his breakfast. The morning light highlighted the fur on his back. At some point in his lineage, an ancestor must have and an affair with a fox squirrel because the tips of the hair on his back were rusty-red. I started to step back out of the truck and snap a picture but at the click of the door, dashed away. Soon he was cursing me from the limb of the water oak.

Not far from the house are pastures. On one side of the road are small goats, and on the other are horses. 

It was fairly early in the morning. I was the only car on the road, so I pulled to the edge, slipped the gearshift into park, and left the engine idling. A horse eyed me curiously but then wasn't sure if I was friend or foe, so he turned and began walking off. The light on his back was perfect, so I snapped a few pictures before he ambled off to join his friends.

It seems to me that some mornings are magical. Do you ever get that feeling?





Thursday, December 14, 2017

A berry pretty picture

Today was a long one. We had a success celebration for the people in my program and the local employers that hire them. I fretted because not many people responded that they would attend. But as it turns out, we had a good crew.

Tonight, I shot pictures for the chamber of commerce. They had their annual Christmas parade. These events are always a lot of fun.

I don't have a lot left for my writing tonight. I'll post a berry pretty picture I shot yesterday when we walked.


Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Is it too much to ask?

Last night was fretful. I made the mistake of looking at my phone before turning in. The candidate in the special election that we voted for was behind by thousands of votes. I was saddened. Jilda had an EARLY morning class at work today for the staff and I couldn't bring myself to tell her we were losing the election.

I tossed and turned. With closed eyes, I could read the headlines in international news. I could have written the jokes on late-night TV.

When the alarm went off this morning, Jilda headed for the shower. I punched the brew button on the coffeemaker, removed the phone from its charger, and sat down on the couch.  I tapped on the CNN news feed. My heart leapt. CNN said that AP had projected our man, Doug Jones as the winner.

I clicked on the Washington Post and the New York Times and they were saying it was an astonishing upset. Even that disturbed me, since the opposing candidate had been accused of molesting chilren...but I didn't let it dampen my enthusiasium.

I shouted out to Jilda. Even though she was in the shower she heard me.

We both scanned every newsfeed we could find. It was true. Not fake news...not some kind of joke...but the truth. At least for a while, Alabama did the right thing and elected a decent man. I know this sounds wimpy, but we hugged and wept with joy.

Is that too much to ask?  To have and honorable woman or man representing us?

 The father of one of our best friends, Carl Elliott Sr. was an Alabama Represenative in Washington. One of the programes he started in rural Alabama was  a books on wheels program. It gave every child in his district access to the Library. I can't tell you how many books I checked out from one of those book-mobiles. It was an ingeniious solution to a problem that plagued people in rural areas in the 1960s. Access to free books.

After retirement, he practiced law in the county seat. His son introduced us to him. He was gracious to a fault. He always made Jilda and me feel  important. He won the first John F. Kennedy Profiles in Courage awards in 1990

These days, I guage politicians by Carl. Do they know what their people need. Do that provide for those who cannot provide for themselves, or do they cater to those who make the largest contributions?

Tonight Jilda and I are both happy. I just hope Doug Jones can fill the shoes of our old friend Carl Elliott.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Hoping sanity prevails

Alabama is a strange and wonderful place. It would be a great place if it were not for our politics.  Today, we are voting in a special election to replace Senator Sessions who is now over the U.S. Justice Department.

We can choose between a man who helped convict the of the men involved  in the 16th Street Baptist Church Bombing in Birmingham during the turbulent Civil Rights ere in the 1960s. The other candidate is a man accused of molesting a 14-year-old girl when he was 30.

Alabama has made international news. Late night TV has had a field day.

I was at the polling place a few minutes after it opened this morning. I did my part.

I'm hoping sanity prevails in the place I call home.

Monday, December 11, 2017

Staying alive

For most of last year, we could have gone swimming. The weather was hot and dry into December. Not so this year. The temps took a nose-dive just after we replaced our central air and heating system.

We've used our fireplace more this year that we have in years. And on Friday, we had three inches of snow.

The autumn foliage is going fast. Yesterday while we were walking, I came upon this tiny fern growing around and through a decaying limb.

I stopped my stride long enough to snap a picture. While much of the plant life is giving way to winter. This little fern was doing what it could to stay alive.


Sunday, December 10, 2017

Sunday times

We did Christmas stuff today. We went to COSTCO early this morning to stock up on the things we'll need between now and the end of the year.

Once home, Jilda finished up her Christmas cards. We'll send the first batch out tomorrow. After lunch, we put up some of our "exterior illumination."   We'll get started decorating inside this week.

This evening, Jilda got "a-hankerin'" for ribs. We don't eat them often, but sometimes there's nothing better. She made coleslaw and potato salad as sides. 

While she was in the kitchen, I listened to George Winston's December. It's a beautiful Christmas album with only piano music.  I sipped green tea and read the New York Times Sunday paper.  Sunday afternoons may be my favorite time of the week. 

I hope you've had a remarkable day and have an even better week.






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