I've been reading over some of my old posts - posts with Carolyn and Rosa. Maybe I write better with a woman in my life, but something seems missing on the blog these days. I mainly only write about food and family. I miss my life being so vibrant and alive. And my writing is horrible and hurried these days including this post. I thought the old saying was that you get better with practice? Certainly not regarding me and my writing.
I wish you all could have seen Maggie strut her stuff on our walk this morning. She is truly in her element on these walks. She will also continually look over her shoulder to see if I'm still there. "I'm not going to leave you," I will constantly tell her.
They are tearing down the grand old cotton mill for scrap. It saddens me and fills me with melancholy. It's been there for 150 years and been such an icon of our little town. I feel as if we are being raped and pillaged by carpetbaggers. The company still exists. Just overseas. That saddens me as well as American workers weren't "cheap" enough. Lives were uprooted and destroyed when they shipped everything over the pond so to speak.
In other news, my neighbors have chickens. I've been hearing a rooster crow all during the day lately as I sit in then den. Well, yesterday, my neighbor asked me to jump off his car and I saw the rooster with a brood of hens in a big pen in the backyard. This is highly illegal within the city limits. I admire his pioneering spirit and panache, and total disregard for that silly law.