Wow, how January is flying by. I mean, I’m sure that we are all glad to say goodbye to 2020. We are all praying that 2021 isn’t a repeat of that dumpster fire. We all want a much happier and peaceful year.
But for me, 2021 could slow down a little. Or else, I could get better at finding and sticking to a routine. I blame the shorter days. Once the sun goes down, I just want to curl up in my chair with a book. Or two. That’s good for reading, I’ve had a productive month. But not so good for working.
My reading last year consisted of a very eclectic bunch. I read 78 books, which is about normal over the last few years even with the COVID restrictions. I did read some bigger books and more websites.
One of the most fun things I did was pick up my guitar. I haven’t played it isince high school, but I came across the Justin Guitar website and app and really enjoyed the lessons. It is undergoing an improvement on the website so I hope I can get back to it after getting out of the habit over the holidays.
There’s that theme of using a routine again. Sounds like I need to pay more attention to keeping them. Continue reading
by Tim Suddeth
The days are getting shorter here in Greenville. We are finally feeling that nip in the air telling us that fall is on its way. The time for trips to the apple country, pumpkins on porches, and—my favorite sign of fall—Brach’s Halloween candy appearing in stores. Candy corn and those chocolate bats in the Halloween mix. I like my sweets.
I also like the smells of fall; apple cider, a crisp early morning, and fresh cut hay until it makes me sneeze.
Too bad we don’t have fall music. We do have the crackling of a wood fire and the boom of shotguns at a turkey shoot. Continue reading
There are two times of the year that are great
Sock Monkey reading by a window.
to be inside reading. One is when it’s freezing cold outside. It’s even better when there’s a blizzard outside. (Here in South Carolina that means a lone snowflake was seen only a mile down the road. ((In the summer, our crepe myrtle can cause a bit of confusion.))
The other time is when it’s hot as blazes. Now, I grew up on a local farm. Hot is when it’s over 96 degrees and you can fry your eggs on the sidewalk. The young weather folks on our local station think it’s hot when we hit 90.
I call that summer in South Carolina. Continue reading