When I grow up


I have a friend who is older than me. Almost, but not quite old enough to be my mother. She is a good friend and she is what I want to be like when I grow up.
She lets nothing stop her. She lives alone, takes care of everything and probably in better health than most people half her age.
Today we walked over to the supermarket, they were having a senior discount day and I needed a few things. We are there almost daily and know most of the workers. As we were leaving we ran into the manager. We stopped to talk to him for a few minutes. My friend mentioned she was enrolled in another stores senior discount plan. The manager asked her if she ever went to the store.
Her answer, “Only once, there were too many old people there that day.” I thought the manager, who looks to be in his thirties, would fall on the floor laughing.
Yes, I want to be just like her when I grow up.

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Random Thoughts at Night.


It was one of those nights. You know the kind, the minute your head hits the pillow you are wide awake. With me this usually happens when I have to be up earlier then usual the next morning.

As I lay there listening to my husband snore I reach over and adjust the mask on his cpap machine. I hear the cat whimpering in her sleep. I am sure she is dreaming about the lizard I would not let her outside to catch earlier in the day.

I lay back and thoughts speed into the brain. How are my brothers doing, their wives, their kids and grandkids? My mothe in law, my sisters in law, their kids. One is graduating from high school this year, her older sister graduating from college. Where did time go?

Then the what if scenarios start. I remember something about the number of dead bodies found in the desert has decreased.  What if a dead body is found?.

Stop thinking and try to sleep.Deep breath in, slowly out.

Was it an immigrant? A criminal? How did it get there? Why is it there?

That reminds me of another story of someone dumping coffins in the desert. An image pops into my mind, a body in the desert /

What’s that about ten feet away? Looks like, can it be, a coffin? Why is that there? Is it junk? . Is that it, or is there someone in the casket? Is it a vampire? Why the desert? Can’t be a vampire, they’d fry faster than most living breathing people.

Oh lord, I can’t stand it.

I grab my notebook and pen off the bedside table and wander to the living room to write this stuff down. I don’t want to wake my husband up. Sleep is overrated, I have to write this down before I forget it!

New Years Eve


New Years Eve. I’m sitting here with my husband watching CNN. Anderson Cooper and Kathy Griffin are fun. I am very happy right were I am. As far as I am concerned there is NOTHING worth standing in freezing cold with thousands of strangers. I can watch the ball drop while nice and warm in the house.

I gave up resolutions a long time ago. I never kept them anyway. I make goals. Last year one of my goals was to not fall, For those of you who don’t know I was diagnosed with a non cancerous tumor in my left ear. It has been destroyed with radiation but left me with total hearing loss in my left ear and balance issues.

My last fall was in November 2013 and I broke yet another pair of glasses. I decided to wear dollar store glasses until I had gone one year without a fall. Replacing eye glasses twice in one year is expensive. Even with insurance

So my first goal this year is to get new glasses. Then I can deal with my writing goals.. Somewhere in between I’ll get the house clean…maybe. 🙂
HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Thankful


Eastern turkeyTomorrow is Thanksgiving and there is so much to be thankful for.
The general things, Family, friends and health. So much more yo be thankful for this year.II
I’m thankful that we are surviving nanowrimo and still talking. True neither of us made the 50K words for the challenge but we’ve both made the 25K challenge of our RWA Chapter.
I’m thankful for FB because without it I would not be able to stay in touch with family and friends. I have a friend who does not want a computer but since I am friends with her daughter I can show her pictures of her granchildren that she posts on FB.
I’m thankful for my husband who married me in sickness and in health and is still here even though it’s been more sickness and health/
I’m thankful for my friends here in my complex, they keep an eye out for me and make my husbands work day a lot less worrisome.
I may not have a whole lot of money, I haven’t been able to work in about 4 years but I feel richer than Donald Trump. Because I have so very much to be thankful for.
Hope everyone has a wonderful and very Happy Thanksgiving!

Can this Marriage survive Nanowrimo


Unless you are new to this writing gig or have been hiding under a roc, you have heard about NaNoWrMo..  It is the month that you put your inner editor in the closet, of if you’re like me, you killed him.  Strictly on pape,r not for real. More on that later.

We are a two writer family and we both decided to do Nanowrimo this year  Thats 30 days of writing as much as you can every day the goal being to do 50 thousand words in one month.This should be interesting.  I have lots of chocolate and coffee on hand This year  we celebrated out 30th anniversary.  Can a love that strong survive NanoWrimo.  I think so but stay tuned.

now about that inner editor.. One of the exercise we did at our RWA chapter in preperation for Nano was  to write a few lines about how we killed out inner editor.  This is not an exact copy, I’m doing it from memory. To azy to go find it.  Here it is..

The man came into the room where I was working, i did my best to ignore him. I was writing and nothing would stop me.

“You have to many comma’s, and you misspelled a few words there.” He said

I  sighed and stood turning away from my desk. “I told you do not bother me.  I don’t need you right now.”

He shook his head,, was that pity in his eyes? “You know I’ll maie it a better book.”

I walked over and poked his chest with my inger

I. Do. Not. Need. You. Go. Away.  with each word I backed him further back until he stood against the wall,

The man had the audacity to smile at me.  “You do, you know you do.”

I reached up to the bookcase next to him, took down one of the knifes from my collection and stabbed him where I thought his heart would be. He slid to the floor dead.  I opened the closet door and dragged him in there. I’d get rid of the body later

After Nanowrimo.

Love, Bake, Write -Scavengers wanted


For those of you who like dealing with spooky, why not join us and do something kooky. From October 6th through the 23rd, over 30 authors are hosting a Halloween Scavenger Hunt.  Participants visit each site to find a Halloween graphic.  The more sites you visit, the more chances to win. There are over 60 prizes, multiple winners each day. On October 6th, visit Sloan McBride’s blog Sloan McBride where you get all the information, including links to the authors’ pages, and a link to a sheet to type all the answers. It should be wicked fun!  See you there.

You can purchase a copy of Love, Bake Write  on Amazon

There is also a Pinterest board here.

Old Age is Not for Sissies #longlivelongmire


Unless you are new on social media, you have probably heard that A&E  has cancelled that most excellent of shows Longmire. This is one of the few shows my husband and I will sit down and watch together.

They claim that the viewers were in an “older” age range and did not spend money.  That has started a conversation that may or may not be a good thing, time will tell.  The first thing I thought of was an older book by Art Linkletter, OLD AGE IS NOT FOR SISSIES.  If you do not know who Art Linkletter was check wikipedia.

I won’t go into all the statistics they are out there.  For one hour starting at 8pm est or 5 pm pst get on your twitter or FB page and post and retweet other posts about this wonderful show.  Remember to use the hashtag  #Longlivelongmire.  check out the Possee facebook page for further information

https://www.facebook.com/LongmirePosse