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MY JANUARY 1ST SO FAR

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Here’s how my first day of January of the new year of 2017 has started out…and it’s not quite noon here.

Sniffling through the 3rd cold I’ve had lately, with all the yucky symptoms.

Sleepy and exhausted from all the symptoms.

Spent some time staring at my fingernails. I need to re-paint them, as the manicure I got over Christmas has bit the dust.

Hit the wrong button on phone, which posted a bunch of photos accidentally, then had to fix that by trashing it all.

Broke computer yesterday. Got frustrated that the thing freezes up so much, so I kept punching the on/off switch until it completely broke apart. Just lucky I can still use it, by finagling another way.

Got some of my posts drafted yesterday, so not much work to do on them today. Yay!

It’s 55 and sunny outside, so that’s nice.

Got all new calendars put up …kittens in the kitchen, birds in a bedroom, fairy houses in bathroom, and my favorite is right in front of me at my desk here. It’s a Lisa Frank artwork calendar, and is so cute! 🙂 See…here it is!

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Anyway, hope the rest of the day goes along ok.

I need to get some black-eyed peas to eat, though, as it is a new year’s tradition here. Not sure why, but maybe for luck in the year to come?

Hope your day has been easy and peaceful. Wishing you all the best in 2017! 🙂

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© 2017 BS

 

 

DEAR DIARY … JULY 15, 16, 17, 1961

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DEAR DIARY … JULY 15, 16, 17, 1961

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Dear Diary,

I played.

J (my cousin) came over.

We went to town.

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Dear Diary,

I played.

We went to Grand-pas tonight.

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Dear Diary,

I played.

We went to pick peas.

Mama took B (my aunt) to the doctor.

J (my cousin) came over.

She spent the night.

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*** Pretty much every summer, we’d all go to pick black-eyed peas on a local farm. Sometimes my aunt and uncle would grow some peas on their acreage, too, and we’d pick some of those. Then the fun would start…shelling them all…and there were a bunch of them. It was fun, though to get a big glass of iced-tea, and sit around the kitchen table with family, shelling, and talking of whatever came to mind. Occasionally a pea would go flying off into the floor, and at the end, they’d have to be swept up. Then mama would get busy with her canning. With the pressure cooker going, and the jars awaiting the peas, we knew, come winter, we’d have some good eating to look forward to. 🙂

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