| ||||||||||
Dr. Ronald P. Rogers CHIROPRACTOR Support for your body's natural healing capabilities 270-384-5554 Click here for details 
 
Columbia Gas Dept. GAS LEAK or GAS SMELL Contact Numbers 24 hrs/ 365 days 270-384-2006 or 9-1-1 Call before you dig 
Visit ColumbiaMagazine's Directory of Churches Addresses, times, phone numbers and more for churches in Adair County Find Great Stuff in ColumbiaMagazine's Classified Ads Antiques, Help Wanted, Autos, Real Estate, Legal Notices, More... 
|
Carol Perkins: The Oldest Previous Column: Don't These People Work? By Carol Perkins Some days I wake up "blue," and some days I wake up with the sunshine on my shoulders when the sun hasn't come up. I'm finding out that others have that same story. On those "blue" days, I feel sad before my feet hit the floor. When Guy asks me why, I can't answer him. "It's just a feeling." One example that happened this week was on the day of my oldest grandson's birthday. Luke turned twenty-three. I'll explain. The day he was born, I rushed from my classroom, broke the speed limit on the way home, and loaded the car for Texas. We drove for two days, seventeen hours, grateful that he was healthy. Lucas Andrew Perkins. Andrew came from our son, Jonathan Andrew Perkins. What a sunny day. We couldn't put him down when we got there. Guy walked miles, cuddling him, and I rocked and sang "Zip-A-Dee-Do-Da". As he grew older, he loved "diggers," so we drove him around construction sites in Austin to see them. We stopped at a "digger" store and asked if he could sit on one, but that was a liability risk. We went to the local fire station so he could sit in the fire truck. All of this when he was three! When he was twelve, he was the first to go on a "grandchild" trip. Just the three of us. When he was eighteen, Guy and I sang the George Burns song, "I wish I were eighteen again." Shocking the entire family. Not so much about me singing, but Papa Guy singing and leading the song. So many memories. When he turned twenty-one, I gave him (and the other two) a scrapbook of his first eighteen years. As I surfed through pictures from his birth until he graduated, I took a trip "back to the future." I was blue that morning because I hadn't seen him for months, and I missed him and missed the little boy crawling onto my lap for a story. He's a man now, and our conversations are more adult and more worldly. He is out of college, living on his own, working, and enjoying life. Hours later, when we made our Happy Birthday call, the sunshine flooded over my shoulders even though it was dark outside. John Denver said it best: "Some Days are Diamonds; some days are Stone." This was a diamond day after all, and my pity party disappeared. Share your thoughts with Carol at carolperkins06@gmail.com, or with CM readers using our Comment Form. This story was posted on 2026-05-09 11:14:13
Printable: this page is now automatically formatted for printing.
Have comments or corrections for this story? Use our contact form and let us know. More articles from topic Carol Perkins:
Carol Perkins: Don't These People Work? Carol Perkins: Celebration, Now, Come On Carol Perkins: Swimmy Head Carol Perkins: Looking forward to Easter Week Metcalfe Co. celebrating America's 250th Anniversary Carol Perkins: Pick Me, Pick Me Carol Perkins: Wednesday Afternoons Carol Perkins: Austin (The End) Carol Perkins: Austin, part 3 Carol Perkins: Austin, Texas (Part 2) View even more articles in topic Carol Perkins |
 
115 Jamestown St. Columbia, KY. 270-384-2496 
 
 
 
 
|
||||||||
|
| ||||||||||
|
Quick Links to Popular Features
Looking for a story or picture? Try our Photo Archive or our Stories Archive for all the information that's appeared on ColumbiaMagazine.com. | ||||||||||
|
Contact us: Columbia Magazine and columbiamagazine.com are published by Linda Waggener and Pen Waggener, PO Box 906, Columbia, KY 42728. Please use our contact page, or send questions about technical issues with this site to webmaster@columbiamagazine.com. All logos and trademarks used on this site are property of their respective owners. All comments remain the property and responsibility of their posters, all articles and photos remain the property of their creators, and all the rest is copyright 1995-Present by Columbia Magazine. Privacy policy: use of this site requires no sharing of information. Voluntarily shared information may be published and made available to the public on this site and/or stored electronically. Anonymous submissions will be subject to additional verification. Cookies are not required to use our site. However, if you have cookies enabled in your web browser, some of our advertisers may use cookies for interest-based advertising across multiple domains. For more information about third-party advertising, visit the NAI web privacy site.
| ||||||||||
