Southern Living And Update

Since leaving Arkansas I’ve not had a desire to live in the south ever again—biting bugs you can’t even see, humidity so thick you can see it, mold, cockroaches the size of mice, etc.  Having said this, when I do come home to visit my family I get nostalgic—there is nowhere on earth more friendly than the south.  Where else can you have a fifteen minute conversation with the ladies in the doughnut shop??—and yep, in times of stress, I eat doughnuts.  Where else do you strike up conversations with other families in the CCU waiting room—and they say and mean it, “we will pray for you.”  Where else do people show up with carloads of food and paper goods before the deceased is even cold??? 

I love southern mornings before the humidity builds, when the sun is just coming up and there is still a coolness to the air.  In my last home located in the south, we had a huge multi-layered deck and I spent many a morning out there with coffee listening to the world wake up. 

Chuck’s condition is still very grave and we are just taking it one day at a time—one step forward, two steps back.  He is in a coronary care unit and we spend lots of time waiting between visiting times—we are so grateful for this hospital owned guest house!