Friday, December 18, 2020
Frosty Dispatch
Tuesday, December 8, 2020
Post birthday dispatch.
Sunday, November 29, 2020
Thankfully dispatched.
Saturday, October 3, 2020
Dispatched fig.
Saturday, September 19, 2020
Dispatch of a mini-adventure: this new blog upgrade is a hot mess.
Wilson got on board with my request to visit a water powered grist mill a little more than an hour away from our house. The mill only grinds on Saturday but you can drop by any day for a look around and to purchase cornmeal, grits, or flour on the honor system. (They also mill wheat.) You can buy white or yellow grits or cornmeal.
Thursday, August 20, 2020
Damn the dispatch.
Lord,
I'm feeling a little tired tonight.
I know you understand.
It has been a roller coaster kind of day.
You understand.
I am thankful that the day is ending better than it started.
You understand.
This year has twisted me like the rag I wring out when I am cleaning out cabinets.
You understand.
There are two storms in the wide open heading for who knows what.
You understand?
You understand.
Shalom.
Saturday, August 15, 2020
Tardy dispatch.
The month is half over. Argh. I haven't even written any messages on my message boards...I usually write a new something the first of every month. Am I so busy? No. Most days I can not account for my time. Days run together. Corona virus.
We did spend a most excellent anniversary this week kayaking. Neither of us had ever done that before. It was so good to be doing anything. Being outdoors and especially on the water renewed my spirit.
Friday, July 31, 2020
Friday dispatch.
Shalom.
Thursday, July 16, 2020
This dispatch is brought to you by the color yellow.
Saturday, July 11, 2020
Dispatched to Nanny's house.
Monday, July 6, 2020
Independence dispatch
Days before that we got brave and ventured to the sporting goods store in our neighbor city. We didn't linger like we used to do. We each found shoes and a couple of new t-shirts. Shopping is not satisfying nor fun right now. I circumvented shoppers not donning their mask.