
So what would you do to keep your hearing? (more…)

So what would you do to keep your hearing? (more…)

Those who know me know I have a penchant for Biltmore House and Gardens in Asheville, NC. I have two short stories set in a house inspired by the location. I went there often on school field trips through Middle School and High School. I once held a season pass when in High School. I quit counting my visits when it was over 30. It’s no surprise moving close and with new rooms and new tour available I wanted to go back. So we took a long weekend in early November to go to Asheville. Mike patiently went with me to my kind of Disneyland. The place is one that the more I learn about it the more interesting it becomes.

From my postcard collection here’s a Holiday card from 1933. The interior and envelope are below. (more…)
I’ve always enjoyed birdfeeders. Unfortunately in Kenosha with our neighborhood being so crowded the feeder wasn’t that active. Here I have two – hummingbird one that was very active in Summer and seed one that’s very active now. I thought I’d share – enjoy. (more…)

The time had come when I was settled in our new home AND didn’t have a cast on my foot. It was fall and the garden needed some prep for the season. We did trimming back or the wild bushes so spring blooms would be dense, cleaned up the dead parts of things, trimmed back the irises (FINALLY) and generally got it back in shape. Here’s a few pictures of the day.

One day we decided to drive over to Mike’s old stomping grounds. His family moved to Waverly, Tennessee from up north when he was in 5th grade. (Finally came to their senses left the snow). So for him it’s pretty much where he grew up. It’s not far from here and on a Sunday before football season started we drove there by back roads. Then we had lunch at the Waverly Café which is new to town since he left 33+ years ago. These are photos from the day.

I love history and Mike enjoys it. One of the ways we’ve come to know an area we visit or live is by getting to know the local history. A way to do this is by cemetery walks with good history guides. We’ve enjoyed them in Kenosha, Burlington, Savannah, Charleston, and now here in Lawrenceburg. On October 22nd, after clipping an article from the local (twice weekly) paper, we attended on here sponsered by the library. It was excellent right there with the best. We met 10 former citizens of Lawrenceburg some great, some notable, some infamous.

So in June we closed on our house here in Tennessee and moved in. Then I promptly broke my foot, rather Molly did. Then as I was recovering Mom didn’t want to be topped so she broke her leg. Now, that brings us to September. I’m finally getting out and getting shots of our new community to do a post.
That’s our post office for our little unincorporated community. It doesn’t have drive thorugh drop-off boxes if you want something fancy like that you’ll have to drive to Loretto, TN to the south or Lawrenceburg, TN to the north. We don’t have a grocery store. The only gas station is a mile off on Rabbit Trail Road. Our population is a whopping 5,068. Below are the highlights of town (honestly almost all of town.)

I survived the great Samsung Galaxy 7 Note recall return venture. It took three hours at my local store to do it but I did. I now have a Samsung Galaxy Active 7. It’s rugged for all that outdoorsy stuff I do like get poison oak without having a clue how I did it from paved areas. The fun news is that I get to do it all again when the Note 7s are back on the market, you know when I want to kill half a day in my local cell phone provider’s store.
We didn’t see much of New Orleans before our departure. Just dinner in the French Quarter the night before our departure. We’d saved our touring for after the cruise. It was here we used Uber for the first time. One trip was great, the other – well we wound up going the wrong way on a divided highway and miles from our hotel but he corrected and all was good. The worst trip was in a cab from the hotel to go home, so I’ll Uber again. What did we do here? We did the World War II museum, a ghost tour, ate, played with a ghost app, stayed in the House of the Rising Sun that was supposedly haunted. All I can say is I didn’t like the old elevator – it felt like a coffin… was slow and cha-kunked it’s way up. That scared me the most, I closed my eyes and clung to Mike on the way up. Then we walked our way down. What take the stairs up! Pfft you gotta be kidding and miss riding in the coffin-vator? There’s a small photo of him in it looking worried for me. Oh and the photo of Mike sitting in the sidewalk cafe looking all relaxed after breakfast is my new phone’s wallpaper. Love that man, love that photo.