Courthouse to reopen Monday
The Courthouse has been closed to the public but is expected to open November 30, depending on the COVID-19 statistics. Despite the closing, the various departments are still serving the public.
Sheriff Matt Smith says that despite the pandemic, his department is operating as normal.
"We will still be in the office posting your tax payments and answering our phones," he said. "Just call the office 9-4:30 M-F and we will try to accommodate what service you may need from our office. Stay safe and as always if you have an emergency call 911."
Greenup County Clerk Pat Hieneman is also working to provide services
"We will try and reopen with restrictions on Monday November 30th at all of our locations," she said. "You will only be let in as spacing guidelines allow. A mask is required. We are trying to protect our citizens as well as our employees. I am advocating that if you have a renewal please mail to the office at P O Box 686, Greenup, KY 41144. If you have questions call us at 606-473-7394. You may still go to driveky.gov and renew your tags. Please expect lines and be prepared for that possibility. Your best option is to renew by mail or on line. Questions can be answered and we can direct you without having to stand in line at main office 606-473-7394, Flatwoods at 606-836-1944 and South Shore at 606-932-656.
The fiscal court, along with most city governments, have been meeting virtually. The fiscal court meetings can be found on the Greenup County Facebook page.
by Cathie Shaffer
So Thanksgiving is over and we are whooshing toward Christmas. This is the time when, according to a beloved holiday song, Santa is making his list and checking it twice. I'm pretty sure I'm still on it. Maybe toward the bottom of the "good" column but still there.
My dog Minnie is teetering on the edge of dropping into Bad Girl status. You'd think that after six years together, she would know what actions send her to the cage for a well-deserved timeout. And I believe she does know.
She just doesn't care.
I've been making floral arrangements and other crafts for my little shop, named That Little Shop, in downtown Greenup. As you might suspect, this isn't the greatest time for a store that sells used books/fresh coffee/books by local authors/handcrafted items and such thanks to COVID-19. But we still celebrated Small Business Saturday yesterday which meant I was away from home nearly all day.
Minnie was not happy. She's okay with me being gone five days a week on newspaper business. But Saturdays belong to her, or so she thinks. And to show her displeasure, she kept finding things last night that she was not supposed to have.
Like a dime she scrounged up somewhere, one of my newest shoes, a ball of yarn she stole from my knitting bag, the cat's catnip toy ... you get the idea. I traded a doggie biscuit for the more dangerous items and sent her to the cage for more minor infractions.
Minnie is a pig. The words "puppy biscuit" makes her drop whatever she has. Sending her to her cage often entails chasing her around the living room until she finally lets go of the forbidden item and goes into isolation.
Don't feel too sorry for her. The cage is plenty big and is right next to my chair. It is also her place of refuge when the kids come over and a favorite spot for a nap. In fact, she put herself in there as I began to write this.
She knows I'm a softy and won't tattle to Santa. The cat, on the other hand, might be on the phone to the North Pole right now. Bitsy is two years older and pretty tolerant of the intruder into her previously perfect life, but sometimes the waters roil.
They play together peacefully and sleep together on the bed for daytime naps ... sometimes. At other times, Minnie torments the cat by chasing her upstairs or down to the basement, barking at her when Bitsy dares think she might come up on my lap.
I don't know what Santa will decide about these two. I've already looking at my gifts for them, though. It's been pretty easy to find Minnie presents like a new squeaky toy and a bone. But I am having a dickens of a time trying to find a cat-sized suit of armor and paw-operated pepper spray anywhere.
So Thanksgiving is over and we are whooshing toward Christmas. This is the time when, according to a beloved holiday song, Santa is making his list and checking it twice. I'm pretty sure I'm still on it. Maybe toward the bottom of the "good" column but still there.
My dog Minnie is teetering on the edge of dropping into Bad Girl status. You'd think that after six years together, she would know what actions send her to the cage for a well-deserved timeout. And I believe she does know.
She just doesn't care.
I've been making floral arrangements and other crafts for my little shop, named That Little Shop, in downtown Greenup. As you might suspect, this isn't the greatest time for a store that sells used books/fresh coffee/books by local authors/handcrafted items and such thanks to COVID-19. But we still celebrated Small Business Saturday yesterday which meant I was away from home nearly all day.
Minnie was not happy. She's okay with me being gone five days a week on newspaper business. But Saturdays belong to her, or so she thinks. And to show her displeasure, she kept finding things last night that she was not supposed to have.
Like a dime she scrounged up somewhere, one of my newest shoes, a ball of yarn she stole from my knitting bag, the cat's catnip toy ... you get the idea. I traded a doggie biscuit for the more dangerous items and sent her to the cage for more minor infractions.
Minnie is a pig. The words "puppy biscuit" makes her drop whatever she has. Sending her to her cage often entails chasing her around the living room until she finally lets go of the forbidden item and goes into isolation.
Don't feel too sorry for her. The cage is plenty big and is right next to my chair. It is also her place of refuge when the kids come over and a favorite spot for a nap. In fact, she put herself in there as I began to write this.
She knows I'm a softy and won't tattle to Santa. The cat, on the other hand, might be on the phone to the North Pole right now. Bitsy is two years older and pretty tolerant of the intruder into her previously perfect life, but sometimes the waters roil.
They play together peacefully and sleep together on the bed for daytime naps ... sometimes. At other times, Minnie torments the cat by chasing her upstairs or down to the basement, barking at her when Bitsy dares think she might come up on my lap.
I don't know what Santa will decide about these two. I've already looking at my gifts for them, though. It's been pretty easy to find Minnie presents like a new squeaky toy and a bone. But I am having a dickens of a time trying to find a cat-sized suit of armor and paw-operated pepper spray anywhere.