I am beginning a new blog. Facebook just doesn’t do it for me. I need to write longer than Twitter or Instagram, and, frankly, I cannot keep up with all the rest whose requirements keep shrinking in the verbiage they allow.
The name for this blog comes from the name of a dear woman in my community who, at almost ninety, attends a twice weekly jazzercise workout, still dyes her hair and shows up at the community book club, She has a lot to say! And she has the experience of the ages. She is my role model.
I will be writing more on Ms. Josephine.
In these times I have made peace with the fact that anything can be hacked, there is no privacy on the internet. Facebook is too personal and there are all those “friends” in the neighborhood who turn out to be racists and misogynists or venting venom or posting Hallmark religiosity. So many of these folks are basically good people as I see them in the community. But I want to do more than post a love symbol.
So, this blog may be offensive at times, but it will never be cruel or impolite. Just saying.
I live in the rural south on a large property in the middle of the most magnificent swamp in the U.S. We think it is paradise. We have a herd of cows who meander between the pastures among the wetlands. We grow a large vegetable garden that feeds us for eight months of the year.
My husband and I are retired to this place, glad to be out of the urban rat race, and happy to take up the chores of the pastoral life.
These days we are on edge worrying about the coming election for President. How could it have happened that this unsuitable man, Trump, could have gotten this far? Everyone thought that he would implode months back. My neighbors will all be voting for him. These folks run up the Confederate flag on their flagpoles, they all have many guns. They made up their minds months back and NOTHING will change their minds.
More to come.
