Friday, February 24, 2012

You Can Never Go Home Again

Some scenes around Clinton yesterday, here and below.

Good evening, dear friends ... yesterday I drove to my old hometown and visited my sister.  She says she never gets to eat at Shoney's so we ate there for lunch.  As a matter of fact, I don't get to eat at Shoney's that often either.  We had lunch very early, around 10:15 and we enjoyed it ...  no crowd and there was quietness.  My sister and I are needing some peaceful times in our lives right now, we have some big frustrations going on in both our lives.  We did accomplish some things yesterday and paid some taxes. 

Clinch River

Baker Cemetery

Buck from Call of the Wild

One of the best books I've ever read.

Yesterday I was feeling a little like Buck from Call of the Wild. I was wondering how I had lived in my hometown all those many years.  It was not feeling like my old home yesterday, as though  I (warning: another book title coming up)  was a "Stranger in a Strange Land".  My sister tried to cheer me up:  You wanna go to Kmart?  You wanna go to see the ducks under the bridge?  You wanna go to Hammer's?  You wanna go to Big Lots?  We'd already been to Walmart.  :-).

We did go to the Goodwill and we left there so proud and happy!  We had left a Goodwill empty handed, yeah for us accomplishing such a feat! The last thing either one of us needed was another something we didn't need.

Back to Buck from Call of the Wild.  At the beginning of the book I was rooting for Back to return home to his idyllic life on Judge Miller's estate in California.  Buck had been kidnapped and was taken north to the Klondike.  After Bucks many trials and experiences, I realized Buck could not go back to his former home before he was kidnapped. Last night I was comparing my ten years, the last eight years in the Dallas area as my "Klondike" years as Buck had experienced.  Those were the most valuable eight years of my life, growing in ways I had never imagined and I would not change a thing.  After many years in the Klondike, Buck was recovering the instincts of his wild ancestors.  Buck did go back every year to the place where his master, Thornton, had died.  After these visits, Buck returned to his  life in the wild.  These visits to his master's place of death reminded me of us visiting the grave sites of our loved ones.

My sister is the most generous and giving person I have ever met.
She insisted yesterday she buy Clint this peculator, she knew he/we had been wanting one.
Thank you, Patti, we love it and the coffee was fantastic!

No, this is not from Google images!  This was our stove this
morning when I tried to remove the basket  while "not over the sink"
as the instructions "suggested".

You all are the best listeners!  Thank you all so much for stopping by.  Next time I'll make sure I don't
spill the coffee all over everything.


Clint said...

"Call of the Wild" is one of the great books by one of America's greatest authors. You are perceptive to relate the adventures of Buck to your own growth experiences. No pain no gain and all that.

Well, I thought the coffee from our new percolator was pretty darn good---especially for the first time we used it. We oughta' get good enough so that we can save money by using less coffee and also get the strength of the brew to our exact desire. Life is gooood....

Carol Blackburn said...

Looks like you had some adventure right there at home with that coffee pot. Nothing like a perfect cup of coffee.

Shelly said...

I love Call of the Wild, too. You made a really good comparison there.

It sounds like you had so much fun with your sister- I enjoy my sisters, too. Your pictures were, as always, great. I especially liked the one of the little cemetery.

Nova said...

:-O ... did that happen with your new percolator? Never have seen such a thing before.

With your feelings. I am having the same thoughts about my "old home" If I ever have to move, I will never go there again. No way, this place is really like a stranger to me.

Thanks for reading my blog, for your comments and I really hope to meet you sometime in real.

Beautiful weekend, hugs and greetings ♥

Cindy Ellison said...

Good Saturday to you all, appreciate your visits last evening. Hope you all have a wonderful weekend! We are actually getting some work done around our house! After all these months, we finally emptied the very last box of books! I am using these sets of leather bound Harvard Classics in decorating ... got some ideas for a book.

Emma said...

Cindy I'm happy you had some quality time with your sister. What a generous gift, I love how you shared the photo of the spillage with us! :)

Hope you're having a relaxing weekend!

Emma x