Some weeks are rather boring and you don’t go anywhere or do much of anything. Then you wish that you had more to do. Some weeks there is something going on everyday (or night) and you just want to stay home a little more. I think the best weeks are when you have things to do but you also have the choice of being home and doing nothing or getting things done that need to be done. We’ve had a few busy weeks!
We decided to go to Wears Valley with my sister and her husband in a few weeks. Many people go to that area for their fall breaks. Most cabins were booked solid during October. I lucked out and found a cabin that was booked for October except for the 4 days we wanted in the middle of a week. The cabin has lots of room, a pool table, and a small theater room with theater seating. The cost isn’t bad when you half the costs. We like just being in that area, eating at the Apple Barn, shopping at the Outlets/window shopping, and going to the Arts and Crafts area in Gatlinburg.
Jeff is turning over our garden. He planted some fall crops-green beans, spinach, and swiss chard. He has been starting a compost pile. It takes a while to establish a good yard and garden.
Yesterday, we were at Lowes in Dickson and who should we see? Dale and Durell. They just got back from Canada. Their trip sounded wonderful. A few weeks after we moved here in November, we went to McKay’s. Kathryn called us the next day and asked us if we enjoyed going to McKay’s. We asked how she knew we were there. A couple from her church saw us there (we didn’t see them) and told her. Everyone should be on their best behavior at all times.
I cleaned out the refrigerator yesterday and realized that we are out of fresh vegetables and fruit. Road trip! We like vegetables! Our grandchildren like vegetables also. Maggie just loves broccoli. She eats her broccoli and then goes to everyone else and eats their broccoli. I make sure that I have broccoli when she comes to our house.
Jeff loves dogs and he becomes familiar with the dogs in the neighborhood. If families have dogs down here, they have the underground fences. There is a family that has a cute little white dog (a terrier of some type) and they walk him up and down the road. His name is Duncan. Every time we see Duncan we speak to him. One day, as we were leaving, we stopped our car and talked to Duncan and his mother. When we were coming back home, there was Duncan and his mother again out walking. It was funny! We stopped and asked her if they had gone home. She said that they were on their second walk of the day.
I am a big movie buff!
I have loved movies since I was small. When you’re small, you watch all the children’s movies. I guess my love of movies started with my dad, Ben-whom our grandson is named for. He took me to the Disney movies when they either came out or were re-released. “Snow White”, “Cinderella”, “Lady and the Tramp”, and I’m sure there were more of them but I can’t remember. My dad said that I loved “Cinderella” and my favorite part was about the little mice. Particularly Gus Gus. He said I laughed and laughed over him. I was probably 3 or 4 at the time. When I was a married adult and a mother, my dad gave me a Christmas gift. I opened it up and it was an ornament of Gus Gus. I cried! Your daddy is still your daddy. Also, I loved the “Lady and the Tramp” because of the dogs. Back then, the movie theaters sold books etc.. about the movie in the lobby of the theater. Dad bought me the book of “Lady and the Tramp”. I looked at it and looked at it for years wanting a dog.
There are some old movies that are just great!
“The Maltese Falcon”
“King Solomon’s Mines”
“The List of Adrian Messenger” (this one is out of print but I was lucky to get a copy)
Old Sherlock Holmes movies and Charlie Chan movies
Alfred Hitchcock movies (old black and white ones)
I’m sure I’ll think of others later.
I’m sure that I will talk about movies again at another time
We’ve had a very nice Gospel Meeting this week at Kingston Springs. Last night, Jeff looked back at the front door and here came our son-in-law, Mitch, and our grandson Henry. Needless to say, we moved over on the pew.
We got to eat dinner with Mel Gibson, the movie star, one evening in Charlotte North Carolina.
Mel Gibson was staying in Charlotte while making the movie “The Patriot” in South Carolina. It had been headlines in Charlotte telling about him and the movie.
Jeff and I went to our favorite Japanese Sushi bar one evening. We sat at a table where Jeff’s back was to the door and I was facing the door. We were eating and I looked up to see coming down the isle one big man walking in front of Mel Gibson and another one walking behind him. (Body Guards) Mel is not as tall as you think and he had long scraggly hair. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. (I’d never seen an actor up close before.) I was sitting right in front of a table that was behind a curtain. They walked past me and sat down at the table and pulled the curtain closed. I got excited. I leaned over and whispered to Jeff-“That’s Mel Gibson.” (I had to whisper because he was sitting right behind me.) Jeff leaned over the table and said “What?” I whispered again “That’s Mel Gibson.” Jeff says “Who?’ louder. I leaned closer to Jeff and tried to talk a little louder “Mel Gibson is sitting behind us.” This went on for a while.
He finally heard me and he asked if I was sure. I said if he didn’t believe me he could look around me and look through where the curtain didn’t close completely. He leaned over and looked and he couldn’t see anything. He looked again and all of a sudden he says loudly “THAT’S MEL GIBSON!”. Mel had leaned back in his chair where Jeff could see him clearly. I told Jeff to talk quieter because they could hear every word we said. We continued to eat but we wanted to turn around and stare at him or talk to him but we didn’t. As soon as we walked outside, I called Kathryn and asked her to guess who we just ate with. She made guesses of Panther Players etc..
The next time we ate ate there, there was a new item hanging in the Lobby. Mel Gibson had taken off his outer shirt and he had signed it to the owners. He also left a hat for them. The owners had put both of these things in a “shadow box” so they could be displayed in their lobby. We never saw Mel Gibson again but I feel that we did get to eat with him (well real near him). We watched the movie “The Patriot” when it came out.
We still haven’t put all our things away yet. We moved into our new house on November 8th. It’s been almost a year. We still love it here! We don’t miss North Carolina.
I think part of the reason that we haven’t finished with the house is that for more than 4 months last summer (2013) we totally remodeled our old house while living there. Bedlum!!! We had lived there for 28 years and it needed remodeling so that it would sell. Workmen were in the house constantly, no kitchen (had to eat out at least twice per day), and most days we had to take things off our beds to be able to go to sleep. We had to have our furniture etc.. stored for the summer. We only kept 2 Lazy Boy chairs, TV’s, lamps, kitchen table and chairs, beds, and dressers in the house. Guests would come and we could only sit at the kitchen table. We couldn’t find our clothes or most anything. Very tiring time.
I must admit I am a Pack Rat! Part of it is being a teacher. You don’t want to throw anything out because you might need it at school. We have thrown things away and donated things. We still have more stuff. More throwing things out now and still donating.
My car never went in the garage last year (or Jeff’s) at all-too much stuff in the garage. Jeff has promised me that I can put my car in the garage this year. I want it cleaned out before “bad” or “cold” weather. We’ll see!
Where do people get stuff? You can look at it and see your life. This is stuff from when your children grew up. This is stuff from vacations. This is stuff from hobbies. These are the books that you read and collected. Here are clothes that are too small, too old, too big. You look at some stuff and wonder why you ever kept it at all. I realize that some people are not Pack rats and that’s wonderful!
We have made progress-slowly, I must admit though. Once we reach a certain point of organizing and getting rid of things, we can stop and realize that we can get more stuff!
We are making our house very comfortable for us. I guess we’re making a home!
Ben and I were talking a few minutes ago about reading. He said that he had almost met his AR reading goal for this 9 weeks. He loves to read. This got me thinking about how this is an inherited trait in our family. My dad, Ben, loved to read and I read constantly when I was young. Kathryn liked to read and now our oldest grandson loves to read. Isn’t that a nice thing to be handed down from generation to generation.
I collected the old book series “The Boxcar Children” for many years and probably have over 35 of them. Even many years ago it was hard to find what I call “clean nice books” to read out loud to children at school. I have always read novels to my 2nd-3rd grade students. I love mysteries and I tried instill that love in my students. We think that my collection of the books are in the attic, I just need to talk Jeff into going up in the attic and looking for the one little box. I’m pretty sure that Ben will enjoy reading the interesting mysteries. We can tell that Henry will also be interested in reading. He is in the beginning stages of learning how to read. He’ll be 5 next month.
I have also collected the series of adult mysteries “The Cat Who..” and the alphabet books by Sue Grafton. I met Sue Grafton several years ago at a bookstore signing. She is from Kentucky and I’m from Kentucky so we talked about that wonderful state as she signed my book. I can’t remember which book she signed-I need to go look. I believe that she’s only up to W and it stands for Wasted. She also has a house in California.
We have books on tape that are mysteries and we listen to them when we are in the car. Right now we are listening to the J. A. Jance Detective Beaumont Series. We get hooked on books!
My mother did not like pets at all. We never had any when I was growing up.
When Jeff and I got married, I asked for a pet. We had moved into an apartment that would not take dogs but they would allow cats. We got a kitten and named her Pumpkin. The first few nights she was so lonely that she slept on my stomach.
Most of the time since then we have had a cat. I know that many people do not like cats. I do!! I like their independence. I like their attitude that they are the owners of the house and the people who live there are their personal servants. Cats ignore you until they decide that they need you. Jeff has always fed them, played roughly with them, and changed their cat litter. I have always held them. The cats have always been indoor cats.
When Kathryn was 4 years old we started her in ballet, tap, and acrobatics classes. When she was about 9 years old, we walked into the dance studio and the teacher told her to go look in her office. On the floor was a box of kittens. The teacher (knew just what to say) told Kathryn that she was going to have to take them to the pound. Kathryn, of course, begged and begged me to take a kitten home. Soft-hearted me agreed so we took the kitten home. Kathryn named her Lucky because she was lucky not to be sent to the pound. Lucky became Kathryn’s cat. She slept with her and stayed in her room a lot. Lucky was a cricketer! That is to say she didn’t go to England and play Cricket but loved to catch crickets and eat them. Kathryn had a problem with that. Kathryn didn’t like crickets! Lucky would take the crickets to Kathryn’s bed and eat them under her covers and leave the little cricket legs there. Kathryn would get in her bed and we would hear screaming. Jeff would have to go get cricket legs out of her bed. (To tell you the truth, I would not like cricket legs in my bed either.) Even to this day, Kathryn doesn’t like crickets.
Lucky liked Kathryn to be at home. When we would come home from school, Kathryn would go in her room and find her stuffed animals on the floor. She had book cases and she arranged her toys etc. on the shelves. To punish Kathryn for being gone, Lucky continued to push things off. One day we came home and opened the front door. We had a split-level house and there were steps going up and steps going down. There was yarn going down the first set of steps, on the landing, and going down the bottom steps. We carefully walked up stairs and followed the yarn. Kathryn had yarn on the bottom shelf and the cat had picked up the yarn and carried it down the hall, down the stairs, and into to the den downstairs. We would never know what we would see when we came home.
Kathryn went to college and of course left the cat at home. Lucky became my cat and started sleeping with me at my feet. She would lean against me. Cats are always cold! Luckily, I did not get cricket legs in my bed! We had Lucky for at least 18 years.
It is darker outside when I get up every morning. I watch as the sun begins to come up. My den faces West so I can’t see the sunrise. There is a certain time where it looks yellowish outside. Today there was also fog in the farmers field across the creek. Eerie looking!
For 11 years (maybe 12) we met Kathryn and Mitch in the Gatlinburg area during the Thanksgiving Holiday. Since we all only had 4 days off of work it made it easier to see each other without driving 10 hours or longer one way. We stayed in different areas and different cabins. There were some cabins we really liked and some were OK. The more times we stayed, we determined which areas we liked best. The last few years we stayed at out Wears Valley. One of our favorite places. Ben thought that his grandma and grandpa owned the cabins that we stayed in.
We didn’t do too much-ate a lot of food, played board games, watched movies, caught up with what was going on, and we went shopping or window shopping. There was one place that we went to every time we were there. It is called Alewines Pottery. It is located in the Arts and Crafts Area of Gatlinburg. Every time that we would visit we would buy one or two handmade mugs. We have all sizes, shapes, and colors of mugs. I drink my coffee out of them. We did not go to Gatlinburg last Thanksgiving because we had moved here on November 8th. I realized that I missed buying my new coffee mug. I’m trying to think of a reason to go to Gatlinburg. We love the mountains. They are so peaceful and beautiful. We always said that we wanted to buy a mountain cabin (if we ever won the Lottery, that is.). We feel that we have moved to the mountains. It is so beautiful here!
I was thinking about the elementary school that I taught in for 20 years in Matthews, North Carolina. Small town on the edge of Charlotte.
The school was built on a hill and it was set back off the road. There was a large bus parking lot that was on an incline. It was lower toward the road and much higher in elevation close to the school building. One Saturday, the police called my principal and told her that a car had run into the school and damaged the school building. She was very confused because the school was not close to the road. The police wanted her to come to the school to see what happened. When she got there they explained what happened.
A Car Max automotive dealership was located on a major road close to the school. When a customer wanted to take a test drive, they had a certain route that they would drive. Our school was on that route. A lady had just passed her Letter Carrier test and was going to start delivering mail. She wanted to test drive a car in which she could deliver the mail easily. The salesperson went with her on a test drive and they stopped at our bus parking lot. She asked the salesperson to get in the back seat so that she could sit in the passengers seat and drive the car from that seat. He got in the back seat and she started driving up the bus parking lot. She made a mistake and hit the gas pedal instead of the brake. The car went racing up the parking lot, went over the raised sidewalk, across the grass, and firmly hit the school building. It damaged one classroom to the point where the students could not meet in there. They also had to check to see if the school building was structurally sound. When all of us came back to school on Monday, we were surprised to see the damage. The class could not meet in that room for about 2 months until they fixed all the damage. We all laughed at the dumb lady, felt sorry for the salesperson from Car Max who had been scared to be racing up a parking lot in the backseat of a car, and sorry for the poor teacher whose classroom it was. Secretly we were all very glad that it wasn’t our classroom.
Accidents can happen at any time or any place!
We went to the South Cheatham Choral Society practice last night. We always come home singing! Some songs just stick in your mind and you either sing them or hum them. Our group will present a concert on December 7th at 3pm. That’s not the “best” time for us because church starts at 5pm. Every one is invited.
My sister bought 2 black lab puppies several months ago. Their 12 year old chocolate lab had just died. They had been used to an adult dog. They had forgotten how it is with puppies. Also, they had only had one puppy at a time and they are discovering that 2 puppies are entirely different than one. (Sounds like kids doesn’t it?) They are brothers and ever since they were born they had slept together and played together. My brother-in-law is training them and he is finding out that one will listen to him and the other wants to play. He says that he may have to train them one at a time. They have decided that they are “part goats and part Tasmanian Devils”. They love them but puppies do tend to do what they want. They are eating everything in the yard. (Green water hose, wood, insects) The bigger one is called Yogi and the smaller one is Barney. (Can you tell my sister is a first grade teacher?) The smaller one is the oldest and he tends to lead the other one into trouble. My sister calls us and tells us the progress of the puppies. They are so much like little kids-they are extremely active and then they just fall over and go to sleep. I’m going to take pictures of them when we go visit in October.
Kathryn asked me the other day if I had thought of writing children’s books. I have for many years thought about it. I should have written down all the funny/odd things that have happened at school with adults and children. When you have taught for 37 years, you can’t remember things.
I do remember one story. I was teaching first grade and I would call different reading groups up to me at a small round table. I could hear them read,, ask questions, make assignments, and answer any questions that they might have. I would make assignments/instructions for the rest of the students. Some days the students that weren’t in a particular reading group would work quietly at their seats and there were days where many of them were coming up to me in the reading group and disturbing the group. I wanted to stop the students coming up to the small table. I gave very simple (or I thought) directions. Do Not come up to the table unless you are sick! I asked if everyone understood why and they replied yes they understood. I called my reading group to the table and we just started reading and discussing. The next thing I know a little boy was standing beside me saying “Mrs. Barber, Mrs. Barber.” Everyone else in the classroom looked at the little boy (they couldn’t believe that he was standing by the table). I asked the little boy if he had heard what I had just previously said. He said yes he had but he felt that he could come up because his name was Nick! We all “rolled our eyes”.