I just got back from visiting my sister this weekend and helping her work on the cabin. She’s still trying to think up a good name for it. I thought “Stormhold” would be great, but she wasn’t convinced. (Hey, Mom! You know our house down here in town? If you ever let me move back there, I’m going to christen it “Stormhold!” And then I’m gonna build a tower on top. With turrets and gunports. ;-)

My sister put up insulation inside the cabin while I dragged off broken slabs of pressboard and the tin sheets that had been rusting on the previous roof for 15 years. Stuff was accomplished. Fun was had.

Saturday night, my sister and I watched an episode of “The Dukes of Hazzard” on tape. We used to watch it when we were kids. I’d forgotten how cheesy the show was. It was still fun to watch, though.

Sunday afternoon we went by the mall on our way back from church. In the mall, I saw a store called “Big Daddy’s NASCAR and Knives.” Now, my question is, “What in the world do NASCAR and knives have to do with each other?” But I guess, for a certain type of person, it’s sort of like chocolate and peanut butter – two great tastes that go well together. Ah, Alabama.

It was good to see the rest of the family – Uncle Wallace & Aunt Martha, Uncle Ken & Aunt Sarah, and, of course, Grandmother. Now I’m back in Georgia, with a day and a half left in Fall Break.