So not only did you teach me about writing memoir, you also taught me about reading and thinking about how others write memoir. Thank you so much!

p.s. my mom now refers to me as the family "chronicler" - getting down all the family stories. How I love that title!! :)

Friday, July 12, 2019

On Ageing and still making a difference

Jane Fonda is often criticized by others for what she did when she was a very young activist who wanted to end the Vietnam War. She has apologized over and over for the photo made and published at the time.

But she is now an octogenarian. Like many of us, she has earned a great deal of wisdom just by living her life.
I enjoyed reading her post on her blog about turning 80.
If you are an older person, I think you will relate to the good and the bad things about ageing. If you are young, pay attention and learn from what she says.

Fonda is funny and serious about turning 80 and about what she fears for our country. She will be an activist until she draws her last breath, I'm sure. 

I feel as she does about the state of our United States and the world, but I just don't have the energy she does to keep up the fight. I have to let others do that. I hope our younger men and women will wake up to what is happening to us before it is too late to make the necessary changes. 

Will those running on the Democratic ticket be able to convince enough Americans of what this country needs to change and to do to keep our democracy? I hope so. Even stanch conservatives I know say they will vote for anyone who can get the present man out of the Oval Office. Maybe that will help turn things around. 
I am grateful we have Jane Fonda and others who beat the drum and never run out of steam as they cry for human rights, for equality for all, for the downtrodden and those who sometimes need just a helping hand. We all know what is needed, but we must vote for someone who will do what is needed. 

What do you think about ageing? What about activism? What do you think our future holds?

Thursday, July 11, 2019

William Everett writes about Leaving Overbrook

Today I read William Everett's blog post titled Leaving Overbrook.
"Like many people our age we have to leave the home that has centered our lives for many years in order to live in more manageable and accessible circumstances." 

As we grow older, we think of what is next for us. What do we do in this last act of our lives?
Moving is listed as second most stressful, right after the death of a spouse. I have thought of moving this past year, but finally accepted that staying put for now is best for me. At this moment I am having my long flight of steps and my deck repaired and painted. That is my commitment.

Lots of steps up to my living area. 

But William Everett is moving and he writes about it so beautifully, with gratitude for what was and for what is to come. I felt a lump form in my throat as I read his article.

Another friend is selling his house and building a tiny house where he will spend his retirement years very near the home where he and his wife have lived for two decades. They are downsizing to the bone, I call it. One thousand square feet will take the place of a three bedroom house.

I admire their fortitude in getting rid of most of their material goods. Could I do that? I'm not sure.
I might be able to change locations, but I would have to give up so much of what I enjoy to live in a tiny house. My books, my computers and printers, my binders with years of research and where would my sister and brother-in-law sleep?

I am sleeping better now that I made my decision to stay put. I was told that the cost of moving would be as much as staying in my house and making all the updates and repairs needed here. I am told my entire deck will need to be replaced soon, but I will think about that tomorrow.

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Are you an introvert or an extrovert?

I recently listened to a podcast by an author who has studied and researched this question. 

I thought I was an introvert most of my life, and when I moved to my home in the mountains, I changed. But after listening to this writer today, I realized that I was not an introvert. I was shy as a child and as a young adult. 

The definition of shy is fear of social judgement. My youngest brother, my little sister and I were the ones in our family who were fearful of social judgement. We were laughed at by our older brothers and shamed when we should not have been ashamed. My brothers loved to make fun of a friend or a family member, especially when the victim of their actions cried or became angry and tried to fight back. As a result, even with all the love from Mother, we did not feel good about ourselves. Living with the fear that others would make us feel foolish, that we would embarrass ourselves, paralyzed us in many ways. Worrying about what others thought of us was our Achilles heel.

For me, moving away from home, from the town where I grew up, and away from family freed me from that fear, well almost freed me. When I go back home, that same fear sneaks in and tries to cripple me again.

It has taken all these years for me to realize that I was hampered by shyness and therefore, did not pursue many experiences I might have had that would have increased my chances to be a better writer or be an entrepreneur. Fear of my brothers' disapproval or their belittling me, was too strong to overcome when I lived in their presence all the time. 

That is why my friends here in the mountains cannot believe me when I tell them how shy I was or how lacking in self-confidence. I am a totally different person today. When I began sharing my writing here, over twenty years ago, I received kudos and soon began submitting and publishing my work. I had never had that kind of recognition of my abilities. 

Parents should look for what is causing shyness in their children. Notice when and where the child is not shy. Perhaps when she is doing something she really loves, parents can give her praise and make her feel good about herself. And if others in the family tease or shame her, make sure that behavior stops. It damages a child in a way parents don't often understand or appreciate. This kind of emotional abuse never quite goes away and forms adults who lack confidence in themselves, causes addiction to drugs and alcohol, because the damaged person is always looking for something to give him courage. It is a kind of bullying that is not recognized for what it does to others.

Introverted people are born with genes that form their personalities, making them become over-stimulated by crowds or noise, and making them long for their own quiet spaces. An introvert likes small groups for short time periods. 

An extrovert loves the stimulation of people. I had a dear friend who was the epitome of an extrovert. She was  "the life of the party", loud and laughing.
Everyone who knew her loved her. She brought joy into the room with her. I loved her, but she tired me out. I felt like she was "turned on" and could not turn off. 

I wonder how many confuse shyness with being an introvert. While I do love my quiet time and my own company, I am stimulated by the company of friends and, especially those who are writers. 

On Saturday I attended a three hour writers workshop and came home exhilarated and ready to work on my next book. We feed off each other's thoughts, ideas and energy. 

I hope you all had a wonderful holiday. Although the fireworks scared Lexie and little Smokie, they survived. We did not watch the waste of money parade in Washington or any news for several days. It was a great weekend.

Are you, my readers, shy, an introvert or do you thrive on being with others?

Sunday, June 23, 2019

This perfect weekend is almost over.

I did not have a big expensive party, or dinner or even go anywhere. I stayed home, in my mountain house, all weekend with Lexie, my buddy and sweet friend. We had no visitors and no long phone calls with family or friends. For these two days I was totally mindful, as I understand it.

I did only what brought me joy. 
Listening to the rain and distant thunder gave me a peaceful feeling. Watching the leaves of the oak trees so close to my window as they danced in the wind, wet with the precious rain, made me smile.

Lying on my sofa watching a history-based story with period costumes on my TV with Lexie curled up in the circle made by my knees and the back of the sofa opened my heart and filled it with gratitude for all I have.

Waking in the early morning in my own bed, knowing I could sleep for awhile longer if I wished, with no pressure to get up and do something. What a blessing that is. No one needs me to do anything I don't want to do. I can sleep and sleep is such a healing practice for me. Eight or more hours of sleep banish pain in my body. Works better than pills and shots.

Having time - precious time - to do just what I want to do, reminded me that I have too much going on in my life, going and doing, and I asked myself, "What do I really want to do with the precious life I have left?"

In October I have another birthday, and it is a milestone, marking the weight of the Third Act of Glenda's Life. What will the next year hold for me? Every year I vow to reach out to family and friends, those who live far away and those who live near me. It seems to me, I never do enough. I am always so busy with other things. But I know that whatever I can do to make my loved ones know I care for them and that they are in my thoughts, is more than doing nothing.

One of my favorite things to do is listen to educational podcasts. I did that this weekend. I am a life-long learner, but I would not like to sit in classes for hours a day or be required to write or discuss my thoughts.

Having time to listen to others, agree or disagree with them, was one of the most delightful things about this weekend. I had time to digest what I heard and make up my mind as to what I believed. 

I intentionally avoided the news of the day, of the world, and found my life more relaxed and at peace. Why should I hear all the awful things reported when there is nothing I can do about it? Instead, I listened to music. I danced and I sang. 

I became aware this weekend, alone with my thoughts and with my little Lexie, that the worst of grieving the loss of Barry, my husband of 45 years, is finally beginning to wane and I can finally say, I am happy just being with me and my things in my place. 

I am enough. I don't need anyone else to make me happy or full-filled. Do you feel that way, those of you who have lost your beloved people? 

I knew in the fall of 2009 that I would go on with my life, and that I must do something to fill the time, but must also do something beneficial to others. For ten years I have taught senior adults to write about their lives. I have provided a place for writers to come and learn from excellent poets and writers. I was inspired to teach by my mentor, the late Nancy Simpson, poet and friend.  I was encouraged by other writers and friends and appreciated by many of them. I am grateful to writers, Karen Paul Holmes, Joan Howard, many of my guest instructors, who never fail to let me know their thoughts on what I do. 

Mary Mike Keller and Estelle Rice, visual and literary artists and my best friends, have been there for years through my mourning time and through theirs. How many have friends like that?

Also this weekend, I smiled when I thought of my sister, Gay, who is having the time of her life. She is dancing two or three times each week with wonderful dancers who let her finally do for herself what she always enjoyed most. After years of taking care of loved ones and being there for others, she has made the decision to do what she loves to do. The joy in her voice is exhilarating. It reminds me: We should never think it is too late to follow our dreams. 

It is never too late to make a change in who we are. It is never too late to stop and let life show us who we are and what we really want. Be still and listen. 

So, my dear readers, although you have been there through my pain and sorrow, welcome to my happiness. I hope your weekend has been all you wanted it to be. See you next week when I hope to have my essay on John Cecil Council finished and posted.

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Sunday, June 16, 2019

FATHER'S DAY remembered

Today is Father's Day. Mine has been gone since 1988, but his legacy lives on in his grandchildren and his great grandchildren.

Coy Council in 1920s. Photo clipped from a group picture of his baseball team. He loved playing baseball and, years later, watching it on television.

My father and mother holding baby son, Ray Council, their second child, in 1926.

I am re-blogging a post from years ago. Click on this link to read more.

Saturday, June 8, 2019

Fibromyalgia or Polymyalgia? What do the doctors say?

Although I spent about five hours Wednesday at my part time job, NCWN-West Program Coordinator, I could not drag myself to physical therapy on Thursday. I had a fibromyalgia flare-up. If you know anything about this health issue, you know it drains you of energy, causes aches and pains in all your joints and makes muscles weak. It also affects balance.

I was diagnosed with fibro in 1991 after going to doctor after doctor looking for someone to tell me what was wrong with me. I had begun to think I had a rare illness that was terminal since none of the doctors I saw in Albany, GA had a clue. All the blood tests results were "normal" but no one knew why I suffered with the symptoms mentioned above. 

Finally, after months of seeking help, a rheumatologist said he thought I had fibromyalgia. At this time, the AMA did not recognize fibromyalgia as a legitimate health problem. But this young doctor knew that with the pressure points on my body, the fatigue and aches and pains plus insomnia, I fit the picture of a person with this illness.

Years later, another rheumatologist said he thought I had polymyalgia instead of fibro. Both fibromyalgia and polymyalgia are characterized by muscle pain, but many other aspects of the two conditions differ. Polymyalgia, or polymyalgia rheumatica, is an inflammatory disease of muscle. ... Fibromyalgia is not an inflammatory condition. This article gives a more diffinitive difference between the two.

I have learned to live with it after all these years and I have been fortunate to continue with my life, pacing myself, getting help from my friends when I need it, and always reading new treatments and trying things that have worked for others. 

After my diagnosis in 1991, I continued to work part time in an office although there were days when I thought I would have to lie down on the floor and sleep. Exhausted and in pain, it was almost impossible to make it until I could go home.

In 1995, Barry and I moved to the mountains and I did not go back to work. But the stress of moving set me back physically. For three years I struggled, taking medicine prescribed to me by a local primary care doctor. The side effects of the drugs caused me to gain 20 pounds and I could not tell they helped the fibro pain. Stress is one of the worst things for me.

When the Internet became easily accessible I found there were many people with fibromyalgia and most doctors were recognizing it as a real health problem although they don't call it a disease. One local woman, much younger than I, said she barely made it from her bed to her sofa everyday. She had no quality of life and had become extremely depressed. 

I was determined I would not give in and let my life suffer as she did.
I sought other means of healing myself. Massage was one and also acupuncture and chiropractic have helped me over the years. I don't eat processed food if I can help it and I eat fresh fruits and vegetables. I eat very little red meat. My diet is pretty good for someone who lives alone and hates to take time to cook just for me.

My family has always been believers in healing yourself with natural remedies when possible. My mother read widely about self-healing, and we seldom went to doctors when we were kids. Some of her methods she found in books and newspaper articles. She took two or three drops of iodine in a glass of water every day to keep her thyroid working well. She worked hard, cooking for seven kids and her husband and keeping house and doing laundry. She seemed to never tire, but I know it must have been hard for her. She was the strongest person in our family.

She gave me brewers yeast when I was a child because I was anxious and she felt I needed B vitamins. To help me with energy, she made me a milkshake every day with raw milk from our cow, raw eggs, brewers yeast, chocolate and sugar. It was quite good.

Although our medical profession has made great strides in critical conditions, it seems the answer for most of us, especially those of us with poor immune systems, has been sadly neglected. Diabetes is considered an immune system condition. We are told there is no cure. Many health issues are not critical nor life threatening, but they play havoc with quality of life. We are told to change our lifestyle, eat certain foods, take certain supplements, and get plenty of rest. As a last resort, when we can't stand the pain or other symptoms, our doctors tell us we need steroid shots. And we know what happens to us when we depend on those drugs.

But no matter what we do, we can't always find the solution for ourselves. We pay lots of money for insurance, but when we need a special medicine, the price is too high for us to afford. The pharmaceutical companies pay for hundreds of lobbyists in Washington D.C. and, as a result, they keep charging their exorbitant prices. 

I learned today that Medicare is not allowed to negotiate for lower prices for drugs. At this time, Congress is looking at bills that will correct this practice. I hope all who know about this will contact their representatives.

My latest new effort to help pain is taking curcumin. But it must be the best kind, the right blend, and the right dose. Now how do I find that? I start my search tomorrow. If you have taken this product, what were your results?

Tomorrow is another day, a day to be thankful for all I have, for the wonderful friends and family who never let me down and for the chance to enjoy the life I have here in these beautiful mountains of North Carolina. One of the best methods of healing ourselves is being grateful. 

Thanks for checking in with me, readers. I appreciate you. Let me hear from you.

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Where should our money go? Bill Gates speaks on this on TED TALKS.

Hot summer weather has arrived in the south this week. Usually this weather comes later, July and August, but our climate has changed drastically, it seems, with tornadoes coming in droves in the Midwest, flooding like never before, and unusual temperatures.

I don't know how anyone can claim we aren't having climate change all over the earth. I don't claim to know what to do about it, but I do my best to follow the guidelines I read about. Our coastlines are already disappearing, buildings are falling into the ocean or being moved away from the water.

With all the problems in our daily lives, it might be expecting too much for us to worry about the entire earth and what will happen in the future. I don't have children or grandchildren, but I hope the future generations will have decent environments and safe places to live.


Two people I admire for their philanthropy and aid for the poorest people on our earth are  Bill Gates and his wife Melinda Gates. Recently I listened to Bill Gates speak about the problems with our leaders who seem to let money drive ambitions.

For instance, more money is spent on research for drugs that prevent or cure baldness than is spent for research on malaria. Malaria kills thousands every year in tropical areas where mosquitoes carry the disease.

Baldness is a cosmetic issue and, in our country, wealthy men are more concerned about that than a disease that kills men, women and children in a third world country. Gates uses humor as well as facts to keep the listener interested.
Bill and Melinda Gates

I think our leaders should ask Bill Gates and Warren Buffet to be advisers or mentors on matters regarding health, foreign relations, and where our money can best make a difference. These innovative men and Melinda Gates are proving to the world what can be done with the right emphasis on the right problems.


I learned that donations for cancer only go to the most popular kind of cancer research. A man at Duke found he had a rare and unusual cancer, and when he investigated, he saw that there was no research on his kind of cancer. But he did not give up. He dug deeper and, being a medical student at Duke, he could do that. He discovered that his rare cancer was related to breast cancer in some way. Therefore, he could ask for funds donated for breast cancer to use for research on the rare cancer. I think, today, it has become clear that all cancers are the same but just occur in different parts of the body. Because breast cancer gets more attention, it gets more donations. Maybe some of that money can be delegated to research other kinds of cancer as well.

Like Jimmy Carter, the Gates have a foundation where they use funds to research and to reach out to those who are in dire need. Jimmy Carter's foundation has almost stopped the spread of river-blindness caused by infected black flies that live on the rivers and bite humans.

Other diseases like the guinea worm have been almost eradicated in parts of Africa. The Carter Foundation is one of my favorite charities because of the work they do and because I believe Jimmy Carter is one who genuinely cares about his fellow man. When I read his books, both poetry and prose, his caring for humanity comes through. In my opinion, he has empathy for others, unlike the man in the white house now.

We need leaders in various areas who care about protecting the earth, the people on the earth; people who are not greedy and self-centered. I am thankful for those who are giving their time and money to ease suffering both here in the United States and in foreign countries. We don't hear much about them on our media today. We hear only bad news and news about bad people.

I am still amazed at a few friends who are totally in awe of the wealthy who flaunt their lavish life-styles. I get tired of hearing comments like these. "He owns three homes and a big yacht. He's about to sell the yacht because he wants one he can land a helicopter on."

I would rather hear that the rich man is creating a foundation to help rid the earth of malaria or some other disease. That is when I would admire him. I would admire his generosity and concern for others.

I don't mind that he has lots of money and that he has several homes if he earned the wealth legally. I watched a documentary on Joseph Pulitzer, the editor and newspaper owner. I had never thought much about who he was. He came to this country as a seventeen year old boy, an immigrant from Hungary, and died a very wealthy man. He struggled hard to learn how to become an American, to learn the language, and he saw how our country treated the poor, other immigrants like him and when he became the owner of his own newspaper in St. Louis, it was written not for the upper income level of people, but for the same kind of people he was when he came to the United States. He was a champion of the working class and poor people.

Too many only use their wealth to spoil their children, hand them the world on a platter. We saw a perfect example in the past weeks where money bought undeserving children entry to the finest colleges. To me those parents  are criminals and deserve strong punishment for their crimes. I hate to be judgmental, but how could decent citizens commit such a deed?

While I am on my soapbox tonight, I think the cost of college loans is ridiculous. The people who can least afford to go to college, have the highest college loan debt. I had no college loan debt. My debt was forgiven because I became a teacher. I think that would be a way to reduce college loan debt today. We need good teachers in our schools. We need good people in administration of our schools. We certainly need smart leaders in education who will not do something so stupid as stop teaching cursive writing in elementary grades.

I asked my incredible assistant recently to type up some notes I had written.  She said she didn't read cursive writing. She told me she only had one year in elementary school when she was taught cursive. This young woman is a college graduate.

I was so angry. Not at my assistant, but at the idiots who had made that decision to end the teaching of cursive writing.

What about all the documents of the past, letters saved from ancestors, directions for creations of art? I thought about the box of letters my father wrote to my mother back in the 1920s. Young people of today in my family will not be able to read those words that are so precious, that tell the story of my parents' lives in those days. My father did not have a high school education, but he learned penmanship and wrote cursive as all children learned up until a few years ago.

In a world where technology is ballooning out of sight, we need leaders in business, education, science and government who have their feet on the ground. We must not abandon our past to pursue the future. We should embrace our past as we move into the future. 

See you next week. Drop me a line and tell me what you are concerned about these days.

Sunday, May 19, 2019

Taking ME time

We will be more successful in all our endeavors if we can let go of the habit of running all the time, and take little pauses to relax and re-center ourselves. And we'll also have a lot more joy in living. —Thich Nhat Hanh   
I read this on DJan's blog and felt it was meant for me at this time.

My husband was the greatest at taking time to relax and not feel guilty that he was not busy. Every afternoon he poured a glass of wine and took his pipe to the deck for an hour or so of just enjoying having no pressure or responsibility. 

I am finding my own methods of taking ME time and enjoying no pressure or responsibility -- at least for a short time. 

Today was wonderful! I worked in my studio for a couple of hours, and then I read and listened to some of my favorite music. With my Echo Dot, I can ask Alexa to play just what I want to hear. This thing is much more convenient and enjoyable than I thought it would be. I can ask it to play my favorite podcasts or read my current Audible book.

Tonight I worked on genealogy which I plan to do more of in the coming months. When I get into family history, I get lost in time as if I were working on a puzzle. It is far more relaxing than one would think and, like a game, I usually discover something new to further my research. 

I plan to get my studio de-cluttered in the coming months. With my job with NCWN-West, my work with Writers Circle around the Table, and my own projects like marketing my books and keeping up with my paper work as well as trying to do some writing, I just had too much going on in one space. 

So, I look forward to taking time for myself and doing just what I want to do when I want to do it. I plan to sit on my deck and watch the hummingbirds sip from my flowers. I am enjoying a pair of cardinals that come to my feeder.

I will learn to be lazy. That will be a chore for my mind because it won't slow down. I have been called "the idea person" and I suppose I am, but I hope to get better at meditation and mind control. I keep practicing and I think I am getting better.

In addition to boosting creativity (and being a generally enjoyable activity), daydreaming can actually make you smarter.

How about you, my faithful readers? Do you have trouble taking time for yourself, taking time to relax and not feel guilty about the things that need to be done? 

See you here next week.

Friday, May 10, 2019

Writers' Night Out Friday May 10 - Glenda Beall and Mary Mike Keller

Tomorrow evening, Friday, May 10, I will read some of my original writing at the Union County Community Center in Blairsville, GA. Reading with me will be my dear friend, Mary Mike Keller.

My sister, Gay, is driving up from Roswell, GA for this reading. It is always special to have family in the audience when I read. Barry usually attended my readings and I was proud that he was there and he cared enough to come and support me.

The reading, Writers' Night Out, takes place monthly on the second Friday at 7:00 PM. I strive to do more than simply share my writing. A reading is a performance. I want to entertain the audience, not put them to sleep. I want them to enjoy my writing and my reading, but most of all I want them to enjoy the evening.

I will read a couple of poems and a personal essay, and I will talk about each one. A writer once said, "The patter is as important as the poetry." 
I believe that is true. The person reading must make the audience feel a part of the event.

So wish me luck Friday evening in entertaining the audience that comes to hear Mary Mike and me read. If you live in the area, I hope you will come. 
I am giving away a door prize and you might win.

Wednesday, May 8, 2019

What happened to my website?

If you have gone to to find the writing schedule for Writers Circle around the Table, you have probably found Blue Heaven Press instead.
I am sorry, but something went wrong and I haven't been able to fix it yet.
So, to find the Studio Schedule for classes at Writers Circle around the Table, click on this link instead:

You will see the description of the June 1 class and the bio of Vicki Lane. Please send your registration to me, Glenda Beall, 581 Chatuge Lane, Hayesville, NC 28904 or to the PO Box 843, Hayesville, NC 28904.  Fee for this three hour class is very reasonable as are all of our classes.

This class is for fiction and nonfiction writers. Vicki Lane has been publishing books for many years and has a great following of fans. She keeps in touch with her readers on her blog and they keep up with Vicki between books.
I like that Vicki is open and honest about her life and her writing. You will enjoy meeting Vicki and learn so much from her class. Hope to see you at the table.

Friday, May 3, 2019

Finding Beautiful Emails in an Old Account

I have not used my AOL email account for a long time. Only notifications for Facebook have gone there in recent years.
But tonight, I decided to check on that account. I had about 5,000 emails in my Inbox, all notifications. But I had others saved in folders.
What I found were many wonderful loving and caring words from family and friends who wrote to me after Barry died. I cried again when I read them.

A wonderful man, Richard Argo, writer and facilitator of one of our monthly events sent this email, and I want to share it with you.

I am so sorry to hear about Barry's passing.  I was so much hoping he  
would pull through.  May I offer a portion of a poem by John Lynch  
Adair called Joy Returneth with the Morning.

So may it be, good Lord of all,
 When into darkness sinks my sun,
 And my stars go out, one by one,
To such calm slumber may I fall.
 And that which only faith had been,
 Awake to find a truth to be,
 Where no white sails go out to sea,
 But are forever coming in.

Peace be unto you,

Richard Argo

Sadly, it was not long before Richard was diagnosed with lung cancer and passed away much too soon.

Sunday, April 28, 2019

Is it Time to Reinvent Me, Again?

Today I made the decision to cancel my upcoming writing classes for this summer. After much soul-searching, I realized that all my time lately is spent at physical therapy, water exercises and other methods of improving my health. For the time being, I must give myself the attention I need. 

Making commitments while dealing with chronic pain and fatigue is difficult. I can still write from home when I feel like it and I can attend a few events when it is convenient, but I don't want others depending on me to be at my best when they pay for classes if I can't be sure I will be at my best.

So, this will free me up for the summer. Mary Mike and I want to go on a genealogy research trip or two when my PT is done. I also plan to spend a week at my sister's in Roswell, GA. I call her house my "town house" and she says my house is her "mountain house." It is fun to visit the city for a few days where I get to eat at some of my favorite restaurants and shop at some stores I enjoy.

Also, when I am away from this house, I don't worry about what needs to be done here. I am even thinking about what it might be like to move to a 55+ community where someone else takes care of the maintenance. I am not sure what is available in my area. But, I am thinking of checking it out.

I am still not able to move things back into my storage room which was flooded recently. When I have time at home, I try to go through boxes I took out of that room. That is quite a job, but I make such neat discoveries. You know how it is, you find things you forgot you had or that you thought had been lost. 

My dear friend, Tipper, put me in contact with her lovely daughter who is between jobs right now and the smart, strong young woman came over one afternoon to help me. She was my legs, up and down the stairs, in and out to the garage, and in just two hours we accomplished so much! 

I have known Tipper's twins since they were little kids and I love seeing how they have matured and become charming young women. My spirits lifted and even the pain faded while working with this Pressley Girl. The twins sing and play instruments and are very popular throughout western NC and north Georgia. I needed someone who could work flexible hours and that is just what Corie wants -- flexible hours. Next week, she will come over again. I look forward to seeing her. 

I have reinvented myself several times over the years, and I feel I am on the verge of a new invention of Me.  How about you? Have you reinvented yourself at different times in your life?