So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.
The last few years have been busy and … challenging:
- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)
- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...
- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?
I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.
So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.
Stay safe everyone. Stay well.
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Saturday, August 14, 2010
Letters from Ollie J - August 14, 1995
View of old run-down farm house across the road from The Farm;
Big blue tractor working the fields across the road from The Farm;
North Carolina thunderstorm clearing out.
14 Aug 1995
[The Farm
Pikeville, NC]
Dear [Granddaughter],
It’s hot here this Morning. Did have a Few Cool days. Oh – Changes all the time.
I am doing fine. Stay busy at something. Read, sleep, cut grass quilt – do some recording Genealogy.
Grass is drying it is dry here now.
Had nice visit with your parents. Should study computer guide books.
It looks so compucated[sic] because I don’t understand it.
Will go do 2 of our sisters as visiting teachers.
Gosh has been a year since I was in Utah. Seems longer.
Have got Tobacco most housed.
Oh yes I have a year Riding Tractor. It work good and should use it today.
School starts here 22 Aug.
It will take bus to WA Temple 22 August. Up and back in one day. Yes it’s for a long day. Tiring too. Oh but it is worth it.
When called Aunt Shirley the other night she ask about you. See she misses you.
Take Care.
Love you
Grandma
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