Grab a rake!

I ain't got much to say lately. I've been in one of my moods. Pawpaw ran out when someone took out the garbage, and I ain't seen him since. That ain't what's got me, though. And I'm not about to sit here and try to figure out what's goin' on inside my head. It didn't make sense to me before, so I doubt it'll make sense to me now. 

But I was thinkin' last night as I lay in bed about people taking paths in life. I done took me so many paths I can't even recall what they were, but somehow I got where I am now. Anyway, get you a rake, a shovel, whatever ya need. Make your own path. The only thing you can do wrong with paths is sit there and ponder over 'em. 

I've always been a big listener of Dolly Parton's music. While it might seem she's been around as long as I have, she ain't been. Not even fuckin' close, but the girl's got a lot of talent in her pockets. I heard me a new song on the radio the other day about "Ya Better Get to Livin'." I thought that was real sound advice. 

Since life is full of shit, it's like my momma told me once when I was little and got my heart broken by some boy in school, "It's how you get through the hard times that makes you a good person." What good is a day if the day is wasted? 

I'll try not to be so quiet. I appreciate all of them letters y'all have been writin' me askin' if I was okay. Ain't nothin' wrong with me.

Love to everybody,

Winnie C.