Finding a new hobby

Before with the stool
I am a bit of a workaholic. I admit a do spend a lot of time at my desk. A few weeks ago, I was having a conversation with my son about hobbies. He plays a lot of video games and I joked he needed to get a hobby. He told me that my hobby was work. It kind of hit a nerve. I love to read in my spare time but I would like to have a hobby. So I started looking at different things. I thought about knitting  but I don't have that kind of patience.

Then I saw on Facebook where The Village Marketplace in downtown Bennettsville was doing private one-on-one paint classes. The post asked, "Want to learn how to re-create a piece you have?"
I thought I know of an item that needs to be refresh.  So for my recent Road Junkie column for the newspaper. I attended a condensed class, which taught me  how to prep, clean, paint, distress, and seal a small piece of furniture. Normally, the class is three hours and cost $50 and includes all supplies. 
The Village Marketplace …

The New Normal

Greetings! It is July and things are still interesting in the new normal. A year ago at this time, things were so different. No masks, no social distancing. 
Recently, I had a scare. I got a stomach virus and had to go to the doctor. I didn't realize symptoms had been added to the COVID-19 list. Long story short, I had to take the COVID-19 test and self-quarantine. I will admit I was worried for those six days. What if I had it? What if I got worst? I worried about dying and leaving my son. I worried about my two cats. All of this while being alone in my apartment with two cats. 
My test came back negative and I ended with a very bad sinus infection. It made me think about my life and the choices I had made. One of the first things I did once I was able to get out was to visit Lake Paul Wallace. It was nice to just walk and take photos.

I can't imagine having COVID-19 or losing someone I love. All of this is scary and makes me anxious. We have to keep going. Wear our masks, socia…

A New Normal

Cooking:  Gorton's Simply Bake Tilapia Signature Seasoning with macaroni and cheese from Carl's  Food Center and Bush's baked beans. 
Listening: Blinding Lights by The Weeknd on Apple Music. This song makes me move.
Reading: "You Are Not Alone" by Greer Hendricks and Sarah Pekkanen
Watching: Grey's Anatomy--I am old school. Had to go back to the beginning.
Podcast listening: The Daily from The New York Times

It is April. March felt longer than January. I am writing this from my desk at the newspaper where I work in South Carolina. I am adjusting to this new normal. I am so thankful to still have a job and to be healthy. I am being very careful and definitely washing my hands more. Social distancing does not bother me since it is the theme of my life.

My goals each day is to be positive, do the best possible job and make it home safely.
The city I live in has curfew now. Each night from 10 p.m.-6 p.m., we need to be inside. No complaints from me.

Now that things h…

It is more than ice skating

The first time I went ice skating was when I turned 21. I wanted to do something besides taking the ceremonial first legal drink.

So a group of friends and I went ice skating in Charlotte. I was young and fearless with strong bones.
I loved it until I fell and developed an irrational fear. I was scared I would fall, someone wouldn’t see me, and end up cutting off all of my fingers. I stopped skating.

Let’s fast forward to December 26 of last year when I was in Rock Hill visiting my family. The tall one and I stayed with my brother and his family. All of them were sick so we got to roam around Rock Hill eating Krispy Kreme doughnuts.

We ended up in Old Town Rock Hill, which is the downtown area. As we walked around, we heard music and followed the sound to the Founders Holiday Ice Rink.
The tall one had never been ice skating. Now that he is 14, there are not many “firsts” left to experience with him.

I didn’t have to talk him into it but I had to talk myself into it even after I paid…

BOOK REVIEW: The Institute by Stephen King

I waited patiently for six months for Stephen King to release a new book.  It only took me about a week to finish the 500 plus pages of the new Stephen King novel, The Institute.

I will admit to wondering for the first part of the book about the night knocker but by the middle of the book, it all made sense
This book had me from the moment the parents of Luke Ellis were killed and he was kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night. Luke woke up in a room at the Institute, which was a secure compound hidden deep in the woods of Maine. Luke was in a room that looked exactly like his room at home except for the fact that there were no windows.

Luke is there because he displayed signs of psychic abilities, which will be advanced and exploited.
He started in the “front half” but all residents eventually graduate to the “back half,” which is bad. It is even worse to go to the “back half” of the “back half,” which is awful on a whole other level.
There were times I would have to stop …

Commemorating a sad occasion

It is hard to believe that it has been nine years since my mother died.
My mother, Josephine Lowery, died Sept. 7, 2010. She is buried in the cemetery at Unity AME Zion Church in Kings Mountain, N.C.
I have never visited her grave. It is a combination of reasons. The distance is more than three hours from where I live. I just can't make myself go because I miss her so much.
When I want to be near her, I visit  Glencairn Garden in Rock Hill. When she was alive and undergoing chemotherapy and radiation, she lived down the street from the park.
And on good days, she would walk up the hill to sit in the park and as she put it — “wallow in God’s splendor.”
The park was her happy place and shelter from the storm of breast cancer. I loved walking with her. We would sit and talk. Or I would read quietly while she sat there.
Before her death, the city of Rock Hill was buying most of the homes on the street to expand the park. The expansion has been beautiful.
Glencairn Garden started as th…

Where is the time going?

It is hard to believe that it is June 3.  It has been a rollercoaster ride of a year.

It has included everything from the saga of trying to get my S.C. driver's license to having a kidney stone in May and having to be rushed to the emergency room. If you live a state with the Real ID and there is a deadline. I strongly suggest you start now. I started in April. In the process, I discovered my name was spelled wrong on my birth certificate. To fix it, I needed both my mother's birth and death certificates. I also needed my marriage certificate. It was quite a journey but it is over now.

As for the kidney stone, I have drank too many sodas in the last few months and it caught up with me. The stone was huge and painful.

But currently, I am here at my desk writing and my son is asleep in my apartment! Yay!!!! I have him for the next few weeks.

Teenagers are not easy. I know I was once one myself but was I that moody. Probably. Here in S.C., we are embracing the AC after an unusual…