Depending on when you’re reading this, we have just a little over 72 hours to go before we can bid 2020 adieu.

I’m sure no one would claim 2020 was the best year ever. There’s talk of turning it into a swear word in the future, as it’s felt like one disaster after another.

Lots of folks in the county were being productive back during the pandemic. That time at home offered the chance to tackle all sorts of Honey-Do chores and the things that seem to always be put off until another day.

My parents were pretty strict when I was growing up. They made sure I said please and thank you, that I didn’t interrupt others and that I said “yes, ma’am” and “yes, sir.” 

We’re halfway through the month of September, and I’m happy to say I’m a little over halfway to my goal in the 2020 Hiking Marathon.

While out getting some essential groceries last weekend, I had to will myself away from the hair dye aisle. The news last week that hair salons and other close, personal services would not yet be able to reopen made it all that much harder to walk away.

When we were looking for a house, I told my husband, Alfred, I wanted a willow tree in the yard. It was a silly thing to want, perhaps, but that didn’t stop me from wanting it. I feel a kindred spirit when I’m with them. They are forever bowing their heads. Sometimes I feel like they are rev…

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