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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Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Letters from Ollie J - December 2000
December [2000]
The Trailer
Pikeville, NC
Dear Granddaughter –
Good morning. Oh how slow one can get. I received the plant and potted it now watch it grow sitting on the table in sun.
Thanks so much. Wish could give you and your brothers a big hug each.
I feal [sic] better but not all that strong for work. Do little things. Am making quilts now slowly – people have give[sic] me scraps. Pretty colors and prints.
Hope you have a very nice Christmas.
Carol’s daughter Leatha is in Canada on a mission. Has one daughter marrid[sic] and to a nice man in service. They live in Texas. All’s going well so far.
What are your plans for Christmas?
I have no plans.
Hope what you do will be plesant. [sic]
God bless you.
Love
GrandMa
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