I received a message on Facebook today from a guy who seemed interested in buying my book. I directed him to Amazon, then he came back with this:
Can anyone explain why someone would think this is all right? Then he had the nerve to say, “I hope I didn’t offend you.” Weird.
Peace, people!
Do you remember what you wanted to be when you grew up? Depending on the day of the week, I wanted to be either an astronaut, a ballerina, or a famous author, like Dr. Seuss. An elementary teacher told me only men could become astronauts, so that was out, and since I was never allowed to take ballet classes, that one got scratched.
Occasionally I do still pretend to be both an astronaut and a ballerina, though. Sometimes simultaneously. It’s great fun, and when one is weightless, ballet is much easier.
And now, I’m an author, but hardly famous. At least not in the real world.
Peace, people!
Guess who’s getting her first dose of COVID vaccine tomorrow?
After weeks of waiting for Florida to include those sixty and over to the priority list we’ve finally made the cut. I’ve never been this excited to get a shot before.
Peace, people!
On our drive to the Texas panhandle Studly Doright and I stopped in Wichita Falls to pick up our son and grandson. We spent a night at our son’s apartment there and took in some of the sights.
I didn’t take many pictures, but I couldn’t resist this amazing street art that was just a few blocks from our son’s office in the historic downtown district.
Cool stuff, eh?
Peace, people.
Studly Doright grew up riding dirt bikes along the banks of the Canadian River north of Amarillo, Texas. In his youth, most weekends were either spent there or at a local motocross track. He was quite the dashing racer in his day. This past week he, along with a few family members and friends, returned to the Canadian River for a couple of days of adventure riding.
But it’s been a few years since Studly plied his skills riding at the river, and the bike he’d intended to ride, the lightweight Kawasaki KDX, wouldn’t idle correctly, so instead he rode his backup bike, a much heavier Suzuki DR 650. By the second day of riding, the weight of the 650 became a liability, and he crashed a few times. Studly isn’t accustomed to crashing.
To add insult to injury, one of those crashes landed him in a cactus. In the photo below, he’s engaged in removing cactus needles from his glove. Ah! Good times.
Peace, people!
Studly Doright and I were in the Texas panhandle this past week. On our way to his mom’s place in Hereford, Texas, we stopped for the night in Wichita Falls where we picked up our son and his son, and loaded up their motorcycles.
The three of them, along with a carefully selected group of friends and family members, embarked on two days of motorcycling along the Canadian River just north of Amarillo.
It was our grandson, Jackson’s, first real riding experience. Outside of riding a little motorcycle around our yard at Doright Manor, Jackson had never really gotten to experience what motorcycling is all about—the hills and gullies, deep sand and water crossings. This week he encountered all of the above while learning to use a clutch and shift gears. By all accounts he acquitted himself admirably.
His Poppa, aka Studly Doright, had a blast riding with him and with our son, Jason. They’re already saying, “Next year….”
Peace, people!
I’ve strayed from my usual routine, and haven’t had a chance to write anything the past few days. You’ll just have to use your imaginations.
Those of you who’ve read my first novel, Mayhem at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort, will get a huge kick out of this gift my son designed for me.
I squealed when he gave me the shirt. I’m going to wear it the next time I drink from the Scout’s Honor logo mug my daughter commissioned to celebrate the publishing company name we coined for the book.
Do I have the coolest kids, or what?
Peace, people.
Somehow, and I’m still not sure what happened, I accidentally switched my Amazon account from the U.S. site to the Indian one.
I looked through everything I could think of to reverse my mistake, but none of the drop down menus offered a way to change one’s country of preference. Finally I clicked on HELP and a nice young person named Munjoo came to my assistance.
Munjoo and I chatted for awhile via text. He wished me good morning and I told him it was nighttime where I was. He (I’m guessing Munjoo was male) was interested in Florida. I had questions about India. It was a good talk,
When we finally got down to brass tacks, and I told him what I’d done, he texted that all I needed to do was to log out of my Amazon account and sign back in. Voila! It worked like a charm, but I must say, the Indian customer service was exemplary.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 