peace

Since it's the second Sunday of Advent, maybe we should all put aside our differences and concentrate on the gift that was Baby Jesus.  I believe that He died for my sins and that was a huge sacrifice.  I also believe that there is one true God who doesn't discriminate against the ones who believe otherwise. 

Currently on Pecan Lane, etc we have a heavy mist and it looks like a horror movie out there.  Damp and cold, y'all.  I attended FUMC of D'burg online today in my jammies.  Sleep came more quickly last night because I am using the old body to actually GET tired.  The cold air outside also helps me breathe.  I know I'm rambling.  That's what writers do when they're bored.  

I have to say that I have found quite a few writers over the years that I absolutely followed like a demon.  Clyde Edgerton was one.  His stories of rural southern life hit me in the heart.  Marti Ann introduced me to him at the book festival in Nashville many years ago.  I also met Larry Brown there who was drunk on his ass at the session.  He wrote a book called "Joe" which was pretty dark.  I think he died early.

Folks are dyin' left and right.  Daddy said it would be that way when you get old.  I miss he and Mama during the Christmas season because they loved it so.  It was always a huge production involving many extension cords.  This little red cabin was all dressed up every year!

It is not red anymore but the spirit is alive.  Y'all thank God for your blessings ^j^