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Buddy Makes His Move

Buddy was rescued after Hurricane Katrina. He spent a year in a shelter in Forsyth County until he was adopted by my neighbors. He's the friendliest, sweetest cat I've ever seen. So last fall he started hanging around my house and at the house across the street. He never seemed to go home. I started feeding him - big mistake, I know!

As the weather got cooler he was hanging out in my garage at night, so I would leave the garage door open a bit so that he could come and go. Occasionally, a small calico cat would come to visit him. They were obviously friends, so she became known as Sista Girl. And yes, I fed her too.

 

I tried taking Buddy home several times, but he kept coming back to my house. One night it was pouring down rain and I let him sleep in my son's bedroom. Then the weather got cold and Buddy liked being in the house. My three female cats weren't happy at all, but I kept the bedroom door shut thereby averting much hissing and fighting.

 

I'm not sure why Buddy's family didn't come looking for him or ask about him, but I've been taking care of him for about six months now. The feline girls still don't like him being in the house. Since the weather has gotten warmer he is back to sleeping in the garage, but he likes to take a daytime nap in the house. Yesterday he made his move and took his nap on MY bed. The girls have been put on notice that Buddy is here to stay.

 

By Special Request

I'm taking a new class called It's Sew Easy from Julie Fei-Fan Balzer. I plan to post some of my creations next week.

This post is a special request from my sister-in-law Julie (not the same Julie mentioned above). She wanted me to tell the story of how her brother and I met. Julie, this is for you.

 In 1978 my friend Teresa had just moved here from Columbia. She and her boyfriend back home wanted to learn how to disco, so they decided to take lessons at their local Fred Astaire Studios. Teresa didn't want to go by herself, so she talked me and Brenda into going with her. Brenda only went once, but Teresa and I stayed the course. We learned ballroom dancing in addition to disco.

Most of the clientele at the studio were older widowed ladies, but there was a small group of us young things who were into disco. After a while, we began getting together on the weekends to go to clubs and practice our dancing.

David was one of the group. He had decided to take dancing lessons so that he could meet other people. David was very nice and took turns dancing with all the ladies. We all had fun together and it was pretty casual.

Then on New Year's Eve of 1978, the group was at a disco in Stone Mountain. We were having our usual good time. Sometime that night David and I started looking at each other a little differently. There was that midnight kiss, and the rest is history . . .

We were married on May 17, 1980 and were married for 22 years. I lost him to cancer on December 31, 2002. But my two wonderful children each have some of his traits and mannerisms, so he's always with us.

And now for something really scary. Pictures of us from the days of disco fever! You've been warned.

 
No, that's not me up in the air! Dave and his instructor were in a competition at Disney World.

 
This is me and my instructor at an exhibition at the Riviera, which used to be on Peachtree at Brookwood. Check out the Dorothy Hamill wedge!

I don't have any pictures of me dancing with Dave, but I do have the following picture. We were out discoing when this was taken. This is actually copied from a music CD my brother made for me, hence the red title going across us diagonally.

 
Boogie oogie oogie, ya'll!