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    August 2020
    M T W T F S S

10 Good Reasons to Take the Scenic Route

          …from Elizabethtown to Glasgow, Kentucky

                     …in the Summer

…by Yourself

(Specific enough for ya? Anyway…) Heading south the other day, I soon tired of testing my survival skills on Interstate 65. Since my schedule was loose, I diverted to South 31E and found there are many advantages to taking the scenic route.

  1. You can avoid the Interstate 65 dodge ‘em course and boredom. Actually, driving boredom isn’t possible since every few miles there is a small town where the speed limit drops to 45 miles per hour, or even 35. Keep alert for speed traps. No worries, though. Look around at the scenery. Indulge in a grin when you see the sign stating “Congested Area Ahead.” Give yourself extra points if you actually see a car while driving through the “congested” area.
  2. Stop for ice cream. Most small towns have a locally-owned shop. Try The Sweet Shoppe on the town square in Hodgenville. Good to know? They ship their homemade fudge.
  3. Enjoy the flora. The Highway 31E route glows green, but about 15 miles south of the Abraham Lincoln Birthplace National Historical Park, there is a two-mile stretch where the trees grow close to the road creating a lush, shady tunnel, embellished with Queen Anne’s lace.
  4. Enjoy the fauna. Cows—cows everywhere. Gathered in the shade of a small stand of trees or up to their hoo-ha in the pond, trying to beat the heat. Also, the birds entertained me on my trip. A gorgeous, snowy-white egret flew across my path, trailing its thin, coal-black legs behind it. The sight took my breath away. Then a couple miles down the road, I saw a bird fly smack into a church. HA!
  5. Churches. The poor bird could hardly be blamed for flying into a church. They’re difficult to miss. This area must be Good Folk Central, because you won’t travel very far without seeing a church or two, or four. (Maybe that solves the mystery of the “Congested Area Ahead” signs. Better drive carefully if you’re on the road around noon on Sunday.)
  6. Front yard produce stands. And since this is Good Folk Central, none of the stands I saw were manned. You’re on your honor.
  7. Tobacco barns painted black. More points if you spot the barn supporting the University of Kentucky Wildcats. Not many points though, because it’s hard to miss a five-foot tall, Kentucky blue, upper-case “K.”
  8. Small town names. I’ll only list two. The first one is Uno. It really is. Another town name that caught my eye is Magnolia.
  9. Sing. Belt it out! You’re alone. Your husband or daughter are not there in the car to spoil your fun by turning on the radio just because you happen to start humming a simple, little tune. Anyway, just sing.
  10. More scenery. About 10 miles north of Glasgow, the road opens up to a big sky. A ring of tree-covered hills lines the horizon in the west. Puffy, gray-tinged clouds break up the blue of the sky. You can see for miles at this spot. Get some perspective.

Most places have their scenic routes. Search them out. If you are fortunate, your trip will end as mine did—with an open door and a welcoming hug.

Bonus reason to take the scenic route: I also took the back way to visit my sister, traveling from north of Glasgow to west of Glasgow. In a field along the way, I saw long-horn steer (which is unusual in Kentucky) and two zebras. Yes. I did.

Because it fits the day

Here is a little poem for this gray, cloudy day:

In my quiet home

windows open, soft rain sounds

invite reflection

Laundry Day Truisms Countdown

4. If I do 40 million loads of laundry on Monday, there should not be 40 million more loads of laundry to do on Friday.

3. I may be exaggerating.

2. But not much.

And the number one Laundry Day Truism is:


Photo from publicphoto.org

It’s Offensively Summer (and another recipe)

OK, all of you peace loving people, you may want to skip this post, ’cause it ain’t gonna be peaceful.

My daughter and I went for a bike ride this morning. Love the daughter. Like the biking. Really, really don’t like the weather. At 7 AM, the temperature was 76 degrees!  And muggy!

I’ve never been a fan of summer, even as a child when it meant getting out of school for three months. Now it is even worse. As a child I didn’t worry about sunburns, sunscreen (don’t even know if that product was available when I was a child) or West-Nile-virus-carrying mosquitoes. I know this is weird, but putting on sunscreen feels oppressive to me (shudder.) But I burn easily, so I have no choice. (Note to self: research natural sun protection.)

If I could spend the entire summer at the lake, perhaps I would be more resigned. But I feel more caged up in the summer than the winter. We have fairly mild winters here in our little corner of the Ohio Valley, mostly with temperatures in the 20’s, so there are few days when it is too nasty to get outside. But in the summer, the combination of heat, humidity and early morning and evening mosquito invasions can make for very unpleasant days.

I will admit, there are a few things I like about summer, mostly to do with food; such as peaches, watermelon, sweet corn, tomatoes, lima beans, and (sigh) Concord. grape. pies.  Concord grape pies are worthy of an post all by their lonesome. Maybe later.

Well, I feel better having let my rant out. I know that in the Great Scheme of Things my dislike of summer is absurd. What can I do about the weather anyway? Thank goodness for lake time, AC, iced tea (sweet, of course) and our absurdities that can be exploited for blog posts.


Confidential to Vonilda: I DON’T want to hear about the weather in Alaska!  😉

PS: Of course you must know that DH just lo-o-o-o-ves summer.

PPS: You must try this pie. If a Concord grape pie can make someone like me look forward to summer, you know the pie is worth the effort.


These are the changes I’ve made to the basic recipe: 1) Change 1 1/4 cup white sugar to 2/3 cup white sugar; 2) Change 1/4 cup all purpose flour to 1/2 cup all purpose flour; and 3) Change 3/4 teaspoon lemon juice to 1 teaspoon lemon juice.

(from June 2011)

Writer’s Block Consequences

Writing about a writer’s block unblocker (do I need a thesaurus maybe?) a few random thoughts came to mind. First the block-busting question was (and I’m paraphrasing) if you could exchange your writing ability for another writer’s, would you? Would you keep the change? For my answer, just read my previous post. Personally, I’ve moved on.

What occurred to me is “How much would it stink for some of the great writers to wake up with MY writing ability?” Can you imagine being Wodehouse, Austen. . .Homer! waking up one morning and having to write about eyebrows, knitting dishcloths, the oppressive properties of. . . .sunscreen! Poor authors. They are to be pitied. And laughed at.

“I admire the feudal spirit and all, Jeeves, in the face of, kind of funny that, in the face of, I mean, such provocation, and taking all things into cons., the eyebrows in question…

“Anne, you pierce my soul! Tell me not that knitted dish cloths are forever barred from…” 

“I sing of arms and its tan!

OK, I may need to stop writing after midnight. But I’m not making any promises.


(from February 2010)

Oh, man! I had a thought and now it’s gone!

um…what are you looking here for? I told you the thought was gone.

Well, anyway, now that you’re here…

…nope. nothin’. It’s not actually writer’s block, because a block implies there was something there that couldn’t get through, where as, in my case, there was something there, it got through…

and kept going.

Maybe I should get one of those…oh, what’s it called?…(this is a block, BTW, but not technically a writer’s block, because let’s be real…this isn’t writing) NOTEBOOK! Then I could write down thoughts before they get away (maybe it would help if I learned shorthand. hmmm) And just in case you’re wondering, no, there is no point to this. I told you the thought was gone. I made a full disclosure statement. Nobody twisted your eyes and made you read this. And remember this from a previous post:  “I’m not making any promises about any life value you may get from it (“it” meaning any posts I may “write”) and I’m not responsible for getting your time back.”

I’m certain you have better things to do, so bye now. I need to get to the store and buy a notebook.


(from 7/2011)