Good morning all. Once again we are at Lake Cumberland for the weekend. My daughter’s little dog is blind and is terrified of the boat, so since I don’t swim, we said we would stay with Zoe. Plus we love the peace and quiet here.
I was supposed to do this blog yesterday, but by the time I finished all I had to do, plus throw my rags in a bag, then sit still as a stone on the I75 due to rush hour traffic, we did not get here till late and I just deflated like a blow up doll.
I love it when I am with family. We have such a good time when we are together. After all, family is what it’s about, and with the world going to Hell in a hand basket, we need to stick together.
Okay, so much for preaching. I hope y’all have been able to get some work done this week. I am going to try and work on THE STONE KILLER some, but it is a two hour trip to any large super market. That’s fun. But then, it is Saturday and all country people go to town on Saturday. So, that is my day. So much for relaxing amid the peace and quiet. I just realized. Today is the first of the month, so it is bill paying day. Lordy, I love when your plan works out. Ha.
Y’all take it easy if you can. I hope you have a Blessed day and we’ll talk later.
Well, here I am again. Things are looking up around here. We sold the house and it looks like we are cabin bound. I am so excited to get there. Looks like we will be moving around Oct. 20th, and the fall leaves on the mountain should be at their peak. I was telling Sister this morning, when she called, that we are so primitive there that we have to take our trash to the huge dumpster out at the gate and we have to go to the general store to pick up our mail. How’s that sound?
I think Sister and her friend are finished with the friend’s house and it is listed for sale. She will be going back to Ohio soon and Sister will be lost without her. She has been good company for her.
Hubs pulled up all the tomato and cucumber plants from the garden and it looks just pitiful. I hope to be able to have one at the cabin. We shall see. We have never lived where we had a Home Owner’s Assoc. I’m not sure how that is going to work.
Hubs’ brother is here for a week. It is really good to see him. I have known those two since I was 12 and Hubs was 14. We didn’t use to even like one another, but our marriage has worked for a lot of years. Anyway, I mentioned I was going to make a peach cobbler and both mouths started watering. Don’t know what I’m making for dinner, but there will be peach cobbler.
I know this is supposed to be a blog about writing, but we haven’t had any time for that lately. I can’t wait to get back to it which will be (for me) after I get to the cabin.
But if you can, spend some time each day on your work. And remember EDIT EDIT EDIT. Oh and don’t forget to EDIT.
Sorry we haven’t been more diligent with our blogs, but Sister is busy helping her best friend, and I have been more than busy with realtors and trying to sell this house. Sometimes I feel like a motor full of sludge. I can’t seem to keep up with everything I need to do.
When we moved from Florida we said we would never move again. This was it for us. Now we are moving to the cabin and having to go through everything again.
It wouldn’t be so bad if we did not have to leave the house with the dogs. That means we can’t go to a cafe and have a cup of coffee while we wait. AND we changed realtors. Otherwise we would probably have sold already and be packing boxes.
BUT. Sister will be back at THE HANGMAN soon and I will be trying to edit while I pack. But it will all get done and soon I will be sitting on my 11×32 screened in deck in my hot tub. Oh mercy, I can’t wait. I hope I don’t get the mss wet.
Well, the garden is all but finished. I will miss my tomatoes and cucumbers. I still plan on having a small garden at the cabin.
I am so happy. Football has started and I have a large problem. I don’t know how many of you follow the teams, but Florida State University and The University of Miami are bitter enemies. We despise one another. NOW my grandson is a cheerleader (yes, I am that old.) at Miami. I have always been an FSU fan. I can’t help it. I love the NOLES. I will also love the Canes for at least one year. So you can picture a short pudgy woman sitting in her jammies on Monday night with a U of M tee-shirt holding an FSU cup screaming for whoever has the ball. But I do hope I see him on the sidelines cheering. I am so proud of him.
Well, you all have a wonderful holiday and be good to yourselves. After all, a lot of people depend on you.
We’ll talk later.
Yeah, it’s been 13 days since the last blog. Seems like much more than that to me. We haven’t blogged because nothing is going on writing wise. Sister just can’t find the time to work on THE HANGMAN, and if she can’t write, I can’t edit. I have, however, started knitting again. And I am even reading a book by Catherine Coulter, NEMESIS is the title and naturally, Savich and Sherlock are busy saving the world. But I still enjoy reading about them.
Well, the garden is putting out tomatoes as fast as it can. The cucumbers are just about finished. I will miss them greatly.
We haven’t sold the house yet, but we are changing realtors. The first one just didn’t work out for us. Hopefully, the next one will jump in with both feet and get it done.
We’ve been going through things and trying to downsize, but it is so hard to get rid of stuff you have had for years. Stuff that means something to you. But, we are going from a 3/3 to a 2/2. And we’ll have to go from a 9 1/2 ft Christmas tree to, maybe, a 6ft. That sucks. I love tall trees.
Well, I suppose I should get up do something even if it’s wrong. Probably will be. I seem to be in a strange mood today. I know part of it is that I want to see my sister, but we just can’t get in a trip to Colorado right now. Hopefully, well not hopefully, by Hell I’m doing it after we move and all this real estate crap is taken care of. Poor thing she is not getting any younger (haha) and it has been over two years since I saw her.
(NOW SHE’S PISSED)
You all take care of yourselves and get some work done. We’ll talk later
Hey everyone: I know, I know. It has been ages since we have put up a blog. I swear this has been the summer from Hell. Sister in Colorado has been very busy helping her best friend. I can’t fault her for it. In my opinion, that is why we are put here on earth. To help others. I have been busy with the garden and trying to sell this house. Every time there is a showing, we have to take the dogs and leave the house for an hour or two. Oh I just want to be on top of my mountain where it is peaceful and quiet. That’s all I want.
Now we are inundated with tomatoes and cucumbers. I’ve already made pickles. Now I think I will make some Gazpacho. We all love it and it uses up the plethora of tomatoes we have. But just as soon as I get the kitchen all nasty and tomato juice all over the place, the realtor will want to do a showing. So it is a never ending battle around here.
I’m not going to be able to go visit Sister in Colorado, what with all that is going on, but I did go up to Mansfield for a few days to visit our sister there. It was my nieces birthday party. While we were there, her air conditioner went out. Oh my goodness. How miserable that was. But she got it fixed the day we came home.
So, that is my sad story for not. I sure hope things get better around here. At least slows down a bit. I am so ready for fall I can’t stand it. I am done with the heat. You all taker care of yourselves and we’ll
Good Morning all:
It has been awhile since I did a blog. I don’t know why except as my husband says, “I’ve been busier than a one-armed paper hanger.”
This selling a house is not a lot of fun. Just when you think you have some time, the realtor texts(they don’t use the phone anymore.) that they have scheduled a showing. That means putting the dogs in the car and driving around for an hour or more. Plus the constant cleaning so it is fit to show. Sure hope how soon this place sells so I can move into my cabin in the woods.
I am so proud. My daughter and I made Bread and Butter pickles yesterday. Honestly, they taste better than the store bought. I am so happy they turned out so tasty. I can’t wait to make some Dill Pickles.
Well, I finally finished the editing of THE HANGMAN. Now waiting for Sister to write more of it. Of course, she is so busy helping her friend, she just does not have time. But it is better to help her adopted sister than work on the book right now. This lady is suffering greatly. THE HANGMAN will get finished in time.
Hubs is out watering the garden as we are in need of rain. It is funny to watch the radar. There is rain all around us and even flooding in some areas, but we have not had a drop.
Well I must go. I have a gazillion sheets of paper to fax to the loan officer for the cabin. It’s crazy, I sent it all once, but they say they don’t have it. So I will send it again. You all take care of yourselves and try not to let regular life get in the way of working on your craft. I wish I could add a picture of my pickles, but there seems to be something keeping me from dragging and dropping. We’ll talk again soon.
It has been a long three months for my sweet adopted sister, Her grief is a tangible emotion having to relive the memory of each item selected to be pack for keeping and shipped back to Ohio. It is doubly so for everything that must be gotten rid of. You spend a lifetime with someone and then lose them, that is a pain that time can’t “heal”. We only learn to cope with always missing them. There are people who don’t or won’t try to understand this. When I lost my youngest sister years ago, I had a Hospice nurse tell me if I was still grieving after a year there was something wrong with me. I guess there is something wrong with me. I still miss those I have lost and YES, there are times I still cry from the pain of losing them. It doesn’t go away. We just shove it to the back of your minds so you can get on with your life. But it still exists and always will. So to those of you who don’t or won’t understand, screw you and the camel you rode in on, is my philosophy. I miss my sisters and mother!!! Soon the house will be emptied out, the rug shampooed and a For Sale sign stuck in the yard. I completely understand how Sis feels and what she is having to cope with daily. One part of your life ends and the road stretching before you must be traveled. I pray her journey down that road ahead is filled with happy times and wonderful adventures. I am going to miss her terribly when she goes back to Ohio.
I printed off a copy of all the partially written novels I have on this computer. They are romantic suspense and after re-reading them, sound good. One is so close to being completed, I plan on finishing it as soon as THE HANGMAN is completed. I want to upload it this year as well. It is called TO CATCH A DREAM. I would like your opinion as to which book cover you all think is best, the blue one or the orange one. You can post your choice on my Facebook page or e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Well, I must get back to work on THE HANGMAN. It has to be finished so we can get the editing done and it can be uploaded.
Everyone have a great week and I will talk at you later. Stay safe.
Oh my stars and garters, I don’t even know where to start. We have begun THE GREAT CLEAN OUT!! I had no idea we had so much junk. The trash can runneth over and two car loads have gone to Goodwill. That is just the garage, and there is still stuff to go through. It breaks my heart but I’m not going to be able to put up our 9 1/2 ft. Christmas Tree. On top of that, we have @#%$ years of Christmas Decorations to go through. I just hope the kids will want what I can’t keep.
I have sat around here all day and not given a thought to dinner. So I threw a small eye of round roast in the pressure cooker and there’s dinner. Throw in some potatoes, onions, carrots and stuff and it will be awesome. ( I don’t know how to spell the D word)
Several years ago, I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. I have handled it ok until recently. Now the pain in my arms is at least a 8 1/2–9 on the 1–10 pain scale. My dr. sent me to an acupuncturist to see if he could help. Let me tell you what he did to me is beyond belief. First he put two needles in each arm. Then he hooked me up to what looked like battery cables and turned on the juice. Hubs went with me and God Bless him he got to sit there and turn the machine up every few minutes. I tell you he had a satisfied grin on his face. He said he got no pleasure from it, but I don’t believe him. I would rather have three babies with nothing for pain than go through that again. If it doesn’t help, I have to go back and do it all over again.
Ok, the pressure cooker is finished, so it is time to add the veggies and get dinner on the table. You all take care of yourselves and keep up your writing. We’ll talk again soon.