Why You Should Buy My House

You just LOVE to shop!  If you lived here you would be within 5 minutes of NorthPark Center , a mere 10 minutes from the Galleria  and 7 minutes from all the shops at the Plaza at Preston Center .  With easy access to Central Expressway and the Dallas North Tollway, you can be at the Shops at Willow Bend , Watters Creek in Allen , or Snyder Plaza  in minutes.

Check out all the particulars at https://abbiewatters.wordpress.com/please-buy-my-house/

There will be an open house on Sunday, May 1, 2011 from 1-4 p.m.  Come by and see it. 

Or if you don’t want to wait, contact our realtor, Liz Applewhite, 214-789-7399 or LizApplewhite@judgefite.com

Another Reason You Should Buy My House

You are tired of driving 30 minutes or more (and paying for the gasoline) to get to work.  With DART at Walnut Hill Station, you can be on the train in 5 minutes.  Just think – you could enjoy your home without spend hours in the car.  And you’d be home in time to barbecue in the evening.

Check out all the particulars at https://abbiewatters.wordpress.com/please-buy-my-house/

There will be an open house on Sunday, May 1, 2011 from 1-4 p.m.  Come by and see it. 

Or if you don’t want to wait, contact our realtor, Liz Applewhite, 214-789-7399 or LizApplewhite@judgefite.com

Reasons You Should Buy My House

You are an empty-nester who is tired of keeping up a large house and yard.  You are ready to downsize, but not ready to give up all the benefits of a formal living room and dining room.

Check out all the particulars at https://abbiewatters.wordpress.com/please-buy-my-house/

There will be an open house on Sunday, May 1, 2011 from 1-4 p.m.  Come by and see it. 

Or if you don’t want to wait, contact our realtor, Liz Applewhite, 214-789-7399 or LizApplewhite@judgefite.com

Who Knew…

Apparently my poor little blog is becoming THE place to look up Mohs surgery, and skin cancer on the face, and scars.  I had NO idea!

Anyway, I’ve been singularly uninspired the last couple of days, so I don’t really have anything to write about except my awful bridge hands and a really uneventful session meeting last night.

So there’s nothing else to see here – move along…

The Long-promised Natchez Trace

Big Al and I left Vicksburg in a blinding rain storm and turned south to link up with the Natchez Trace.  Thank goodness we did, because we would have been right in the path of the tornado that leveled parts of Clinton, MS, if we had gone east instead.

From the welcome area at the south end of the Trace.


     Across the Parkway behind you is a portion of the Old Natchez Trace – a wilderness road that originated from a series of trails used by the southeastern Indian tribes.  The Natchez Trace was politically, economically, socially, and militarily important for the United States in its early developement.  Among those that traveled this road were American Indians, traders, soldiers, “Kaintucks”, postriders, settlers, slaves, circuit-riding preachers, outlaws, and adventurers.  The Old Natchez Trace serves as a reminder of those who contributed to events that shaped the broad patterns of our common history.

The Natchez Trace today is a quiet, two-lane road that follows the route settlers used from Nashville, TN, to link up with El Camino Real in Natchez, MS.

It is well-maintained by the National Parks Service, with ocassional rest stops and historic markers to give travelers a sense of the history.

This is one of the “You are Here” signs from a lay-by.  The writing on the left-hand sign says,


     The line of trees to your left has been a boundary for 200 years.  It was established in 1765 and marked the eastern limits of the Old Natchez District. This boundary ran from a point 12 miles east of Vicksburg southward to the 31st parallel.

     First surveyed in 1778, it was reaffirmed by Spain in 1793, and by the United States in 1801.

     Since 1820, it has served as the boundary between Hinds and Claiborne Counties, Mississippi.

And on the right it says,


     “John Crego of the lower Choctaw Line respectfully informs the public, and travellers particularly, that he keeps constantly on hand a large and general supply of GROCERIES, ground Coffee ready to put up, Sugar Biscuits, Cheese, Dried Beef, or Bacon, and every other article necessary for the acommodation of travellers going through the nation, on very reasonable terms.  He is also, prepared to shoe horses on the shortest notice.”

     Established in 1802, this hostelry on the Indian boundary was for several years the last place a northbound traveler could get provisions.

The next lay-by we came to had this sign.


     The sounds of a busy woodland stream and the quiet murmur of a lazy waterfall have long been stilled here.  Only after heavy rainfall does water fill the stream and set the waterfall singing.

     Over the years the water table has dropped several feet, and the spring which feeds Owens Creek has all but disappeared.

     Little remains of a scene once familiar to early residents of the Rocky Springs community.

Lucklily the day we were there, the waterfall was trickling and the there was a little water in the creek, maybe because of the torrential rains we had come through earlier in the morning.

There was even a trickle of water dripping over the lip of what used to be quite a waterfall.

All along the Trace as we drove, there were bicyclists sharing the road with us. 

The red clover was out in all the open fields.  It was just beautiful!

As you could tell from the sky, we weren’t finished with the rain, although it was just showers – not downpours.

Obviously, through the years the land around the Trace has been farmed, and the National Parks Service has been careful to keep up some examples of split-rail fencing.

Some more interesting factoids compliments of the National Park Service.


Before your very eyes an endless struggle is taking place.  Trees are striving here for the essentials of life – water, sunlight and space.  Trying to get ahead, the hardwoods push upward, their crowns filling all the overhead space, shutting out sunlight from young seedlings.  Like their elders, this younger generation also has to fight for survival.  The competition is keen and the hardwoods are winning over the pines.  A 15-minute walk along this trail will take you from a mixed hardwood-pine forest (the loser) to a mixed hardwood (the winner).

Across the field, behind the split-rail fence, you can just make out a 200-year-old inn that welcomed travelers on the Trace in the early days.

Some interesting topography in the area.


     This bluff shows a deep deposit of windblown topsoil know as loess (pronounced LOW-ess).

     It was formed during the Ice Age when glaciers covered the northern half of the United States.  At this time nearly continuous duststorms swept in from the western plains and covered this area with windblown dust to at depth of 30 to 90 feet.  Here it rests on sands and clays of an ancient sea.  It originally covered a vast region but in this area is now confined to a strip east of the Mississippi River from 3 to 30 miles wide extending from Baton Rouge into Tennessee.

     Where the old Natchez Trace passed over loess it formed sunken roads, in places 20 feet deep.

I was very glad we had taken the opportunity to drive along the Natchez Trace.  It provided an interesting historical reminder of this area of the country, as well and a welcome break from hurrying interstate highway driving.

Diet Update

After two weeks of basically ignoring any semblance of dieting, I’m climbing back on the wagon.  I regained a couple (oh well, maybe three or four) pounds, but I’m still down 12 pounds from the time I started back at the end of January.

We went to eat sushi yesterday to get it out of my system, and then we went to a special Easter buffet brunch at Maggiano’s in Northpark for the one and only meal of the day today.  I sort of exceeded my limit of points today, but I was able to use the points available for “anytime”, so I haven’t blown it completely.  I’ll buckle down and eat right for the rest of the week and maybe I can drop the three or four pounds that I just put back on with profligate eating.  Those pounds haven’t been there that long, so it’s not like they’ve set up permanent residence.

It’s obviously two steps forward, one step back, but if I can keep that up, eventually, I’ll win the battle.

Big Al is already dosing in his chair, and I think I’ll go put my feet up and join him in the inspection of the inside of my eyelids.


A pair of mockingbirds has decided to build a nest in my garage on top of the mechanism for the garage door.  We have patiently knocked it down at least once a day since they started about four weeks ago.

Now I wouldn’t mind sharing my space with them, if they would be sweet about sharing their space with me.  But I have been dive-bombed by mockingbirds in the past when they had a nest with babies in it.  They are unrelenting about chasing people, dogs, and anything else away when they have babies in the nest.

The real problem came when we were gone for 6 days.  We carefully knocked the nest down just before we left on Thursday, and when we got home the next Wednesday, there it was again – only this time it wasn’t just a random collection of sticks.  It had been fully constructed and nicely lined with lint and feathers. 

When I knocked it down that time, I found the remnants of a smashed egg where it had fallen out when I shoved the nest down. 

I could just imagine their conversation when they found the nest missing,

“I thought I left a nest and an egg here.”

“I know, you did.  It was right there when I went to find something to eat.”

“Are you sure THIS is the place you left it?

“I’m positive!

“Maybe it was that garage just up the alley.”

“Absolutely not.  This was the place!”

I thought surely the stupid birds would get the picture after the loss of their egg, but Thursday Big Al knocked another collection of sticks down again, and I pushed another collection of sticks down yesterday.

This morning as I was getting dressed, I looked out the window and there went both the mockingbirds with twigs in their beaks, rebuilding!  I wouldn’t mind them being there if they weren’t so mean about me coming and going to the car, but they are going to have to learn that it’s MY garage, and I get to say whether they build there or not!

I’m Baaaa—aaaack!

Golly, it seems like it’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything here (I know, I know, it HAS been a long time).  I’ll try to catch up with everything today, so I can start with new stuff tomorrow.

Remember I finally got a post posted on Wednesday of last week, after we recovered my computer from near death.  I spent Wednesday doing the stuff I usually do on Wednesdays – bridge, prayer group, Taise service – and busily got clothes washed and packed for our trip to southeast Louisiana for Miss Kate’s 9th birthday.

We left about mid-morning on Thursday morning after making sure the hanging baskets were watered, and the house was “showing” ready.  The fact that we knew at least one set of people were going to be looking at the house while we were gone meant that we couldn’t just leave with dishes in the sink and beds unmade and mail strewn around (like we usually do).  That’s why it took us a little bit longer to get out this time.  Nevertheless we were on our way in time to get to Tyler for lunch at the Cracker Barrel  (we know the location of most of the Cracker Barrels in the south – and if we think we might have missed one, I have the Cracker Barrel app for my iPhone that tells me where the nearest one is – complete with maps).

We were not in too much of a hurry because we had planned to stop in Vicksburg, MS for the night.  I had reservations at the Riverwalk Casino and Hotel (gotta feed the one-armed bandit at least once on the trip).  They have a really nice seafood buffet right on the banks of the Mississippi River.  Now I LOVE rivers, lakes, oceans, etc.  Basically, I love anything that ripples or can support a boat.  I forget how much traffic the Mississippi has on it, and we were able to watch barges going both up and down the river during supper.

Barges going downstream.

Barge going upstream.

The Mississippi River bridge at Vicksburg, MS.

On Friday morning we ate breakfast at… you guess it the Cracker Barrel in Vicksburg.  We had already checked out of the hotel, and we thought we would just leave from there.  Wrong!  I had left my sweatshirt on the bed in the room at the hotel, so we had to backtrack to get it.  There were terrible storms in the area, and I’m glad we were sitting under the awning at the hotel when one of the worst ones came through.  (Remember that was when all the tornadoes were going through the South and Midwest.)  We were headed down the Natchez Trace Parkway to Natchez, just for a little sightseeing, and, because we turned south instead of east we avoided the tornado that leveled parts of Clinton, MS. 

I’ll post the pictures from the Natchez Trace later.  (I just lost a whole folder of pictures on my server and I can’t find it anywhere.)  Consternation reigns supreme!

Sunday in Madisonville

Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written a blogpost, but Bill’s DSL is out at his house, so now I’m trying to do this with the WordPress app for my iPhone.

We’ve spent this glorious Sunday morning not in church, but fishing. I remembered the text from last week was about Jesus and the fishermen, so I’ve felt very virtuous and Christian. 😉


We’ve also been alligator watching! You should be able to see a couple on the far bank!


This is really a wonderful place to just sit out and relax.