Scraping paint
I’ve taken up a new hobby: painting. I don’t paint walls or houses. I keep it smaller – to canvases, coasters and such. It’s not painting like you might think. My new leisure pursuit involves no brushes or rollers.
I’ve taken up a new hobby: painting. I don’t paint walls or houses. I keep it smaller – to canvases, coasters and such. It’s not painting like you might think. My new leisure pursuit involves no brushes or rollers.
Early voting for the March 1 primary ends Friday. Initial reports indicate turnout has been low, as is traditional in midterm primary elections, with less than a fourth of registered voters going to the polls most years.
John and Mary Smith had ordinary names, but their extraordinary 60-year marriage was anything but that, ending with her death one year ago.
I once confessed in this very column about the only time in my life when I consciously quit something. I was the Deputy Sheriff/Jailer on duty the night that a fellow deputy Captain Tommy Fox was shot five times and murdered in a bar in Batesburg-Leesville, SC.
I once attended a workshop where the presenter asked everyone present to stretch his/her arms up and reach as high as possible. Of course everyone did and there were a few giggles and smiles. Then the presenter asked everyone, “I know you did what you thought was your best, but do you think you could reach just a little higher?” The crowd seemed to focus a little more, people looked at one another and sized up someone they could compete against. Then on cue the crowd strained, grunted, and coughed but did in fact reach further than the first attempt. The presenter said, “You did what you thought was your best the first time, but when you focus you realize you can always do more.”
Mail-in ballot applications for the March 1 primary are being rejected by almost 40% — largely because of a missing ID number, which is now required after a new voting bill passed the Legislature last year.
Sand lines have been drawn by many of us, indicating that we know as much as we care to about certain topics. Faced with repeated barrages, we either ignore them or strike back with unambiguous “we’ve-had-enough” gestures.
One reason to travel is to discover how things are done all over again. My husband, Peter, and I are in Mexico, and I was thinking this as we stood, confounded, in front of the washing machine.
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Lamesa, TX 79331
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