It's bulls by the horn day

(I don't know why this text is now blue and underlined. I'm sure there's a cosmic meaning, so I'm leaving it)

So far, and it's only 8:47, I have made great strides in chopping down a few trees. Go me! I made a call I've been dreading, was met with professionalism and concern; and now I feel newly shriven and released from self-imposed guilt (and unwarranted, but that's the point with self-imposed guilt).

So, if you've been putting off dealing with something unpleasant; until the point that it assumes huge dominance over your thought processes, I urge you to join me on "bulls by the horn" day and deal with it. I'm old. I know things are never as bad as they seem; but that's a life lesson I just keep having to learn over and over and over again.

And, just because I want to now turn my attention to more pleasant considerations, here's a picture of my girl scout troop, and the mothers and leaders, at the Gold Tea we hosted back in May. I'm so proud of all of these girls. One of these days, I'm going to post about the lessons I learned while preparing for the tea. It was a positive orgy of family feminism--I used items from my great and grand mothers; as well as my mother's. I used family recipes (and flipped through many more); and basically just had myself a fine old time making cheese straws, chicken salad, pimento cheese, and so much more; and all the other stuff that is required of a traditional southern afternoon tea.





Love,

Betty

PS: I'm proud of me!