A NEW YEAR, NEW LIFE, and A NEW PLACE

I've been here seven months now and time has a way of moving fast or stalling.  I'm not sure which is the case for these seven months in Georgia.  Neither seems to fit the bill.  On the one hand, it seems like I have done so much already, thanks partly to my wonderful daughter and her love, John.  And of course there is Tanner.  He is two and a half and a hand full of love.  I have kept Tanner some so his Mom and Dad can have some time together away from the house.  Tanner loves to grab me by my thumb and say, "come on Granny".  "Sit right there Granny".  "Don't touch Granny".  Just to name a few of his demands.  John, Pam, Wendy, Tanner and I have gone to the mountains to see the waterfall, and Jeanne, Edmond, John, Pam, Tanner and I have gone to Gibbs Gardens for the Day.  What a wonderful place.

Several weekends are taken up with some outing.  I am sure Pam and John have things they need to do on their days off but they are awful good to incorporate me into their weekends most of the time.

Then there is all the good food.  You wouldn't believe the goodness of the food that comes from John and Pam's house unless you smelled and tasted it.  Better than any restaurant anywhere.  Wendy has been busy with her new teaching job but manages to get in a hike or two with Murphy on weekends or she and I will get out on Saturday and have lunch somewhere.

I haven't spent much time thinking about Texas.  I kinda thought I would miss it really bad, but it seems to be an empty page for me to write about.  I talk to my friend, Sylvia, once in a great while and that is about it.  I don't care about the house there.  I am too busy trying to keep up with what needs to be done around here.  There is always something that needs fixing or changing.

Sometimes I think time is moving to slow.  We have several more months of cold weather so I am trying to think of things to do in the house.  The cold isn't as bad as I thought it would be but I sure ache worse than I did during the winter in Texas.

I am longing for warm spring weather and planting flowers in the warm sunshine.  It use to be planting time by the 12th of March in Houston but I hear I will have to wait a while longer here.  Maybe I'll have time to read a couple more books that I have picked up here while Jeanne rummaged through hundreds of books to buy and take back home.

Well, no matter what the time is doing, going to slow, to fast, or just in idle, my time in Georgia has been okay.  I love the hills, curves in the road, and the fresh country air.  That is unless the air from the chicken farm is blowing our way.  Oh well, someone has to raise them.  Got to have chickens.

It is a good day, in Georgia.