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  • between the lines, outside the lines – who defines the lines?

    between the lines, outside the lines – who defines the lines?


    Hurricane Debby’s destructive force slowly zigzagged across Georgia and the Carolinas this week following its first landfall on the Florida Gulf Coast; bringing tornadoes, flooding rains, and swollen rivers along its path toward a final destination in the Northeast. At least eight deaths have been recorded from the hurricane according to PBS. While our Midlands area in South Carolina was spared the deadliest blows, the rains started early this week and reminded me of the biblical tales of Noah’s Ark. I felt like it had been raining forty days and forty nights when it was only Tuesday.

    Yesterday the granddaughters’ summer day camp was closed because of the hurricane which meant four-year-old Ella and two-year-old Molly had to stay inside at home while Mama Caroline worked from home. Nana and Naynay joyfully reported for duty to help, bringing french fries from Rush’s.

    both girls happy to see fries

    Naynay encourages sharing while Nana takes pictures

    Molly had show and tell for her antibiotic –

    Ella worked on vision therapy

    As if by magic, Ella learned to color lines and inside the lines this summer so our morning activities included extensive coloring by both girls. I told Ella her Naynay had always colored between the lines which made Pretty LOL while she reassured Molly not everyone colored inside the lines all the time. That Pretty, always the rebel.

    Rivers not far from our home continue to rise from the heavy rains, neighbors and friends struggle to remove downed trees, to have power restored, to clear debris from roads, to begin the long recovery process from Debby’s disastrous forces.

    We give thanks not only for our safety but for all the first responders who continue working to expedite the recovery process. I hope our followers in cyberspace will join us as Pretty and I remember the families of those who lost lives, homes, everything they held dear.

    Meanwhile, our granddaughters returned to their summer camp today. I believe Ella will color between the lines, but trust me. She will question who created the lines.

  • mind your own damn business, says Governor Walz

    mind your own damn business, says Governor Walz


    Yesterday Governor Tim Walz became Vice President Kamala Harris’s personal choice to become her Veep in the 2024 campaign. Of course Pretty had vetted the governor before I even knew who he was. We both sat and watched their first campaign event together in Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love, the birthplace of America.

    When the topic is women’s reproductive rights, follow the yellow brick road repaired by a Wizard named Walz in his home state of Minnesota six months after the Dobbs decision by the Supreme Court in June, 2022, that took away a woman’s right to choose to have an abortion. Minnesota became the the first state to restore personal freedom of choice for women in January, 2023, an effort championed by its governor Tim Walz who understood from his own experience that personal health decisions must be personal.

    4-year-old granddaughter Ella watches at Aunt Coco’s house

    Daddy holds 2-year-old Molly while Uncle Seth watches with them

    both granddaughters will grow up with a woman President (hopefully!)

    I like Tim, or as I have decided to call him, Happy Tim. I also had a Civics teacher in junior high school who was a football coach, and I credit that course with sparking my interest in understanding the importance of separation of powers in our government. Coach K smiled a lot, too, but our football team wasn’t nearly as good as Coach Walz’s.

    Onward.

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    P.S. Thanks to Mama Caroline for pictures used here.

  • Embracing Imperfections: A Vice Presidential Hopeful’s Tale

    Embracing Imperfections: A Vice Presidential Hopeful’s Tale


    I’m sure VP Harris hasn’t made her final selection for her Veep because I am still waiting for the call. Here I am, send me.

    Cell phone charged? Check.

    Bag packed for possible overnight stay? Check.

    Attitude positive? Check.

    Enthusiasm for the job? Check.

    Qualifications to serve? Aha. That could be a slight problemo. Foreign affairs my worst category because I am weak in geography – as in, for example, what country is next to Peru? Sigh. But if she’s looking for expertise in domestic issues, I’m a whiz. For example, I think every American who hasn’t shot somebody should get a monthly Good Citizens’ Dividend check for $1,000 for good behavior.

    Oh, well. No candidate is perfect so maybe Vice President Harris can overlook a tiny flaw to embrace my good points.

    I wasn’t invited to DC yet, and time is running out so…

    Here I sit, watching the Olympics, waiting for the call.

    Stay tuned for updates, or you can check X tomorrow.

  • nothing says summer in the south like crape myrtles and heat

    nothing says summer in the south like crape myrtles and heat


    my favorites in our front yard

    temperature on screen porch at 5:00 p.m. yesterday

    Have mercy – it’s done turned hot over here in South Carolina for the first day of August in 2024.

    I feel a twinge of the vapors coming on…or maybe it’s a case of the Olympic Fever.