Patricia Harrelson

Life got over full last week, so none of the blog posts that I wrote in my head ever got posted. Fortunately my granddaugthers were busy blogging and chronicled reports about some of my activities. Anna Mae wrote about homeschool … Continue reading

Today, I got “fired” from one of my freelance jobs. Truth be told, I should be fired by all of my employers for negligence, irresponsibility, and tardiness. The real issue is not having my priorities well defined and consequentially over-extending … Continue reading

Michael is taking on bigger and bigger jobs now that he’s got his contractor’s license. I don’t think I sent out a big HURRAH when he passed his test a few weeks back, so a belated CONGRATULATIONS, Michael His new … Continue reading

Andrea and her office mate Katherine held an open house at their downtown Sonora space this weekend. Climbing the steep stairs to a suite of offices above Hammond Shoe Store, I wondered what this space would look like. Cindy and … Continue reading

The longer one lives, the more full circles one experiences. Twenty-six years ago, I was hired at Columbia College as the Learning Disability Specialist on a 60 % contract, which translates to 18 hours a week. This week I started … Continue reading

My trip north went a bit over budget and we’ve had some other unexpected expenses for June, so Cindy and I were having a budget meeting yesterday. I commented that it would be great if I could pick up a … Continue reading

This week I’ve been focused on my writing work. The variety is great but as with everything, I bump into annoying parts of myself. Like the journalistic work I’m doing right now requires that I conduct a lot of phone … Continue reading

In January, I put the amaryllis that I had forced for Christmas out on the back deck, intending to dry it out and save it for next year. Unbeknownst to me, Cindy kept watering it and now it is blooming … Continue reading

After 10 days of recovering from my little ear surgery, life returned to normal this week. Coming from a slightly different vantage point—that of slug on a couch—the usual routine looks filled to capacity. No wonder my body decided to … Continue reading

What I intended to write about today was the raucous and very fun evening last night when Culley’s household visited for dinner. I intend to share my delight in 2 year old Nell rolling sheets of tissue and securing them … Continue reading