Much has happened
in the last month. The biggest being
that my first grandchild was born, and I’m experiencing apartment living in
Colorado for a few months so that I might help my daughter and bond some with
her new little girl. I haven’t lived in
an apartment in, well, a very long time.
Fortunately, my dog is with me, which has been the greatest
adjustment. I should write a blog post
about that one, which I probably will at some point…try using a Gentle Lead/halter
on an eleven-year-old dog that’s never had the need for one. It hasn’t been
easy but it’s working.
It’s also
snowing. Having moved to Memphis nearly
four years ago from Chicago, I’ve missed the snow, so I’ve gotten my fill of it
through four separate snow events in the last month. But it’s been cold, as well. Too cold.
Come on back, autumn temps…I’m ready!
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The stay has allowed
me to focus on writing a play that I’ve been working on for a while. In celebration of the centennial anniversary
of the 19th Amendment being ratified, it’s a play about how women earned
the right to vote. One Act, Two Scenes,
Four Characters (three historical/one fictional). I’ve been promised a staged reading, which
has been the best motivation for completing it.
It’s coming along.
Also, when you
have a new grandchild, fires tend to get lit under your feet and things happen that
you’ve been planning for years. My
husband and I are in the process of buying a second home here in Colorado. Will share more when the closing
happens.
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Finally, worth
repeating, please visit my website www.veronicabatterson.com, my photography site www.veronica-batterson.pixels.com (Fine Art America), and this blog for new work
and updates. Looking for fall reads? Williamsburg
Hill is waiting for you to check it out on Amazon.
I’ll end this blog
post and month with the lyrics to one of Dan Fogelberg’s songs, Old
Tennessee…appropriate and kind of where I took the title of this post,
even if it is actually the end of October.
Old Tennessee
By Dan Fogelberg
End of October
The sleepy brown woods seem to
Nod down their heads to the Winter
Yellows and grays
Paint the sad skies today
And I wonder when
You're coming home
Woke up one morning
The wind through the window
Reminded me Winter
Was just 'round the bend
Somehow I just didn't
See it was coming
It took me by surprise again
The sleepy brown woods seem to
Nod down their heads to the Winter
Yellows and grays
Paint the sad skies today
And I wonder when
You're coming home
Woke up one morning
The wind through the window
Reminded me Winter
Was just 'round the bend
Somehow I just didn't
See it was coming
It took me by surprise again
And I hear
you're in San Francisco
Living with your sister who's a mother to be
And her husband's way down in Georgia
And I'm still in old Tennessee...
Wishing you'd come home to me
Life here is easy
I'm sure you recall
How it's so warm and breezy
In the Summer and the Fall
But Winter's upon me
And I've got no heat here
And I miss your fire so sweet, Dear
I miss your fire so sweet
Living with your sister who's a mother to be
And her husband's way down in Georgia
And I'm still in old Tennessee...
Wishing you'd come home to me
Life here is easy
I'm sure you recall
How it's so warm and breezy
In the Summer and the Fall
But Winter's upon me
And I've got no heat here
And I miss your fire so sweet, Dear
I miss your fire so sweet
And I hear
you're in San Francisco
Living with your sister who's a mother to be
And her husband's way down in Georgia
And I'm still in old Tennessee...
Wishing you'd come home to me
End of October
The sleepy brown woods seem to
Nod down their heads to the Winter
Yellows and gray
Paint the sad skies today
And I wonder when
You're coming home
I wonder when you're coming home
Living with your sister who's a mother to be
And her husband's way down in Georgia
And I'm still in old Tennessee...
Wishing you'd come home to me
End of October
The sleepy brown woods seem to
Nod down their heads to the Winter
Yellows and gray
Paint the sad skies today
And I wonder when
You're coming home
I wonder when you're coming home
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