Monthly Archives: August 2007

My mother has taught me many unique words, including gradoo and doof. Most recently she has taught me geeha. (I’m just approximating spellings, since I’ve never seen these words written.) Geeha evidently means to make things come out even, work … Continue reading →

Corabelle Rose Bless their hearts, they’ve both panting in the heat. It’s been record-breakingly hot around here. Two nights this week there was thunder and lightning at my house but no rain, just a hot wind taunting. But right this … Continue reading →

While the Professor was in Scotland, on the Isle of Skye, he went to a yarn shop called Shilasdair, and he took all these gorgeous pictures for me. It is so magnificently beautiful there, I think it must actually be … Continue reading →

Had a lovely weekend in Atlanta with the Professor. He took me to a Decatur Blues, Bluegrass, and Barbecue Festival. The live music was great and varied, and the food was worth the wait. (Although my daddy’s bbq is way … Continue reading →

Thanks to all of you who have asked about Corabelle and Rose. There is still some pecking order establishment taking place, but now it’s nothing serious, and in fact rather amusing. That Rose is a little clown. I love her! … Continue reading →

I decided it wasn’t hot enough in Athens so the Professor and I trekked to see Savannah and visit my brother during the height of the dog days of summer. The heat sat like the weight of the world on … Continue reading →

Cheryl organized an outing to salsa dancing yesterday at the Ritz, next to Tasty World. Anne Marie and I joined her, and so did my friend Jon. I think the cover was $4, but when Anne Marie and I got … Continue reading →

Last weekend the Professor volunteered to help a local Lutheran church with their Habitat for Humanity building project, a home in Winder. It turned out they had all the building volunteers they needed, but they had to find a way … Continue reading →

Here’s Corabelle’s new playmate, a young Rhode Island Red my friend Lanier gave me from his flock. Haven’t settled on a name. I was going to go with Cornelia, my great-grandmother’s middle name, but it’s too close to Corabelle. Maybe … Continue reading →