Lucy Llewellyn Byard

The most comfortable piece of clothing that I've owned was a Sri Lankan sarong. Mostly men wore them but when I found them I was in heaven.

Several years ago, a girlfriend who owns a natural stone company in San Francisco gave me patio stones. I made a beautiful patio with the help of some friends and a strong old man who could lay the stones without breaking his back.

I watched a video about the cure for Alzheimer's, about 20 minute's worth, and then I looked it up and found out that it was a scam.

A good friend from the 1970s wrote me recently from her home country of Peru. We met while my husband and I were at college at Michigan State University. Her husband was in a doctorate program there. My daughter and her daughters played together at the apartments we all lived in.

In the 1980s, I took an oar raft trip with my then husband and several friends to the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon.

The drive to Lakeport was full of golden colors, pinks of flowering trees, the blue-gray of the lake and the surrounding hills.

I recently inhaled some Diatomaceous Earth, that I put in my garden to kill the rolly pollies and pincer bugs that were eating my veggie plants.

Earlier this week, I was sicker than a dog and couldn't come up with any future column ideas other than crying about my tummy ache.

Little rascal Honey, my youngest cat, escaped out the front door the other day. I could almost hear her singing “Freedom! Freedom!” as she bound across the front yard toward the neighbor's house.

The very first wedding I photographed was a friend's wedding. I had a point and shoot film camera, which made me very nervous as I didn't know how the photos would turn out.