Ahhhhhh.....fall in the South.

It has been a splendifurously glorious day here in the Northwest Georgia foothills. The sky was this deep blue that can't be replicated anywhere on anything. No clouds, not even the typical wispy feathery kind could be seen. It was cool with a breeze to beat all breezes. I absolutely loved it.

Besides it being so lovely, I had the privilege of helping to celebrate the 80th birthday of one of the finest women I have ever known. She was one of the first black teachers to be hired in the local school system after integration was implemented. She has touched the lives of so many students in such a positive way,  including two of mine. Her voice is easy on the ears, soft, yet strong. She has a regal quality to her being. In fact, when I walked in the room where her party was already going on, she sat front and center in a chair with not one, but two corsages adorning her shoulders. She looked like a queen. I brought her a Georgia Bulldogs ball cap as a gift because most times she's in comfy clothes, and she likes to wear a ball cap. As I was getting ready to leave, she said, "Wait a minute. I have something for you." It was a goofy orange pen with a grinning face and a pineapple head. I loved it, not only because this is typical of her, but because it was significant. She had been the subject of my feature article in the last edition of "Calhoun Magazine." The pen signified the writer in me which means she was happy with the article. Goodness, I adore this woman. She is the epitome of class, dignity, and gentility.

Then, I took my mom to the library and to the Dairy Queen for what was going to be a small ice cream cone a piece, but ended up being medium milkshakes for us. So, Ill be dancing a little longer and doing a few more crunches to reverse all that luscious thick creamy chocolatey drink with that blasted cherry on top. Groan.

And in ending this second day of my adventures in blogging, please note that I tend to make up words. It's something I've done for a long time. In fact, when I worked for the newspaper, my editor would ask me on occasion if a word was real or if it was my word. I was never quite truthful on that....And that's okay.