Mountain Mama's Point Of View

  As I have said before, our "local" news is out of Atlanta. The storm is non-stop on the news reel. HeWho wants to be ready. Ready for what? From the path shown on all channels has it coming up the western side of Georgia and staying in that westerly direction. I don't think it will give us much trouble. It is already raining and we might get some winds. The only thing to be concerned about is a power outage. We have a gas stove and 2 generators that will keep the refrigerators going. Geez, one generator will do the trick, but we are prepared. We just made the trip to Walmart to top off our drinking water supply. HeWho must have been hungry as he was perusing the frozen dinners and such. I pulled him away, suggesting we not buy stuff that would need to stay frozen. The bread aisle was wiped out. Why does everyone rush out to buy bread in the event of a storm? Are they going to sit in a hidey hole and stuff bread down their throats? I am busy cooking a big pot of chili to

  Still at a loss for things to write about. Everyday tasks seem so mundane and not worthy of capturing. I was watching a video on Facebook of the making of a dessert. It seemed like something simple with canned peaches. HeWho is not a big fan of fruit unless it is hidden in a dessert. This particular one did not involve turning the oven on to make the house too hot, so I watched it until the end. I was looking intently at the finished product that was made with cream and gelatin, so was light in color. I was suddenly fascinated withe picture of the first slice. I looked very close and thought to myself that this was certainly meant for me, since I saw a dog hair in the dessert. After I stopped laughing, I realized the dog hair was on the screen of my laptop.

  Having been absent from this venue for quite some time ..... I am back. Besides my stiff fingers that I keep finding ways to injure, I need a new laptop. The letters have been gone from most of the keys for some time now and the body of the laptop looks like it must think it is older and more prone to injury than its owner. The lid is all catty-wompus. It is quite possible to live without going online every day, but I don't want to! The seasons are changing, leaves are falling and we are making plans for the cold months ahead. I added another layer to one side of my raised beds and am slowly filling it with dirt. Dirt, well, good dirt, is expensive. I have already layered some leaves and twigs to compost over time, then I purchased some blocks of that stuff made from coconut shells. More fertile stuff will go on top. These beds will be over 2' deep and make bending down a thing of the past. HeWho is busy putting the pontoon to bed for winter. I "helped" a bit and di

  Now that I know who I am maybe I can write something intelligent. Only if my hands will cooperate. Hitting the keyboard is sometimes painful when my arthritis decides to attack me.  My pinkie finger on my right hand is my biggest source of pain currently. It feels like the last joint in the finger is on fire and when I accidentally move it, I get a sharp pain that feels like I stuck it in the outlet and got a good jolt. Lately my hands have been too painful to do too much. I can't even make a fist to hit HeWho with. The man is currently outside doing something that involves a loud motor. Leaf blower or vacuum, I think. He will sit on his bum all day while I work around him, then get all energetic as the evening begins. Soon, the sun will set and he will tell me what he managed to get half-done. I managed to take my house apart in the last few days and get a lot of dust and dog hair removed. It looked like enough fur to cover a very large dog when I was finally done emptying and c

  It has been a busy week. I am happy to report that The Patient has recovered and is back to his normal self. We saw his doctor this morning and everything looked good on the CT scan, so his diagnosis of colitis was right and the antibiotic took care of it. Before we left this morning, I noticed that my neice, Whitney, had sent me a video of Jonah. I always love to see those in my messages. Fat little Jonah was sitting in a woman's lap and laughing and interracting with the woman. His little face is so expressive. His will raise his eyebrows and crinkle his nose. I am so enchanted with him. His brother is more serious. So, I was thinking how wonderful to be able to hold my boy and play. I was jealous! I watched it 3 times before I realized that the woman was ME. I saw the shirt out of the corner of my eye and thought, "I have a shirt just like that!". I even called The Patient over to look and said, "Look at Jonah. That woman has a shirt ...... That's me!"