It’s incredible. Exactly three weeks ago in the early hours of the morning, I was doing the exact thing I was doing this morning — listening to Jim Cantore and Stephanie Abrams warn coastal residents about a hurricane that could reach the coast as a Cat 4 storm with winds exceeding 140 mph.
As I write this, it’s 5:30 a.m.and I’m coming off another night when sleep played hide-and-seek with me and, naturally, being discovered when it was almost time to get up.
Yesterday after a hard day’s work, my son Jeff and I sat in a specially marked parking spot outside the Olive Garden restaurant, waiting patiently for our orders of eggplant parmigiana to arrive.
I know I spend a worrisome amount of time thinking about food — at least three times a day everyday without fail — and that doesn’t include midday or nighttime snacks.
This is part two of how I spent my vacation. Last week, I wrote about the special two days I enjoyed visiting and remembering old times with my cousin Virginia.
Like the lyrics from a Beatles song, “I get by with a little help from my friends,” and this holds so true everyday when I and my cane hobble into the office and start my day at the computer.
Thursday is my day off, and I usually spend it like any hard-working elderly, non-retired woman should — snoozing in my big recliner and watching a little TV.
A night on the town with my friends, a new piece of jewelry or a new outfit - these are the things that could make me happy before I woke up one morning and found that I was 80 years old.
So far, I’ve scored 100 percent identifying objects people display on Facebook with the caption being “‘Like’ if you know what this is.” Of course my age plays a big part in my knowledge.
Here at the beach, winter has certainly made itself felt this year. My sons are still wearing shorts like they usually do year round, but they’re wearing alpaca-lined jackets over those shorts. And for the third time since Christmas, I have had to contend with icy steps and decks.
Last week, a sudden snow storm blew into the south. As I watched snow blanket Texas, I told my son Jeff that Texas snow storms always blew into the mountains of Western North Carolina and, sure enough, this one made its way into the Carolinas.
This morning, in the aftermath of last night’s storm, I downloaded some storm photos my friend had taken during the onslaught of Hurricane Irma on our coast.
Last week, Becky, the production manager at the office who in her quiet, gentle way keeps us all in line and on deadline — most of the time — brought in a bowl of grapes her husband had picked from their own vines.
The death of Princess Diana has recently been revisited in depth due to this being the 20th anniversary of her untimely death. Likewise, a few networks have presented reenactments of the Menendez murders and the chase to capture the Unabomber.