An Old Familiar Place

I’ve been thinking about getting old and the funny things we do to delay the inevitable. Maybe the way we dress. I have “old” tendencies about some things But not that ! At least not intentionally. For instance, I’d rather wear something from a nice uppity consignment shop that some rich woman has tossed out than to wear polyester! I just can’t do that. My girls never let me. They were always my shopping buddies, though I was buying for them mostly—not for myself. They all have great taste. But where did they get it—had to come from me, right? Now, when there are three of them, you tend to allow them to set the pace. You have to. You’re outnumbered. Even now, when we go into the stores, they watch me like a hawk.             “Did you just touch that piece of polyester? You might want to go wash your hands, Mother!”             “Well, I didn’t recognize it as such. It was an honest mistake. I mislaid my hand. Sorry!” Now, for someone who is seeking to delay the aging pro

Don't give up on me.  I'm vacationing in my home state of Mississippi for a week. I'll return next Monday or thereabout. I come here as often as possible. My home is on the Nature Coast of Florida but my roots are planted Way Down South in Dixie ! In fact, I visited Shiloh Battle Ground just over the border into Tennessee yesterday and . . . oh, my! Filled me up. I wanted to sing real slow . . . Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton . . .  Can you hear my accent! I'm sitting at my sister's computer, very much out of whack because that's just the way I am. I need to be in my own space, at my own computer, with all my books and stuff around me in order to write. I just wanted to check in, as we get hits on this blog every day from different parts of the world. Thanks for that! Please make me happy and leave us a response. I'll leave a few pictures of Shiloh. I'm such a southern woman! My second published book is about the Civil War, and there