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Sell More Books

I want a small camper van. It’s become my obsession. If I had one I’d drive it to Illinois where I could stay close to my daughter and her family without being in their way. I’d park it at the hospital where it could be a home away from home for me or whoever else in our support group needs one.

The only requirements for my camper are a bed and a potty. Actually I need a potty. The bed is optional.

Today I began actively shopping for a camper van, and let me tell you, they aren’t cheap. In fact, they’re the opposite of cheap. Even the cheap ones aren’t cheap. I told Studly Doright how much the one I really want costs. His response: “Sell more books.”

I’m working on it. I really am.

Links below

The Cowboy and the Executive: A West Texas Romance https://www.amazon.com/dp/B095F6VW2C/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_glt_fabc_0QSGG5HAF8RSKX7ASZ1N

Mayhem at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08P76RBRD/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_glt_fabc_AMT80HT023C7KYCPF31S

Peace, people!

Cover Man

Studly Doright is no fashion maven. Don’t get me wrong, I think he always looks good, he’s just never going to make the cover of GQ.

He is resourceful, though, when it comes to keeping his pants in place. Just look what I discovered when doing his laundry:

That’s a zip tie.

Studly has lost about twenty pounds. Had I lost the same amount I’d have bought a new wardrobe. But my husband? No, he just figures out a way to hold his pants up.

Peace, people!

If a Tree Falls in the Forest…

…It’ll make a huge mess. If said tree falls into the neighborhood lake, it’ll make an even bigger mess.

Notice it took out our dock, as well. 😢
That is one big tree.
Thank goodness the ugly boat was spared…

Now we’re waiting on someone to quote us a price on Fallen Tree’s removal. It will not be cheap. Sigh.

Peace, people.

Better than a Poke in the Eye

Studly Doright, the love of my life, was out of town on business most of this week. Our cat, Gracie and I miss him when he’s gone.

He called me on his way home from Maitland, Florida, yesterday afternoon, so I had an idea of when he’d arrive. Still, I could have used a little warning. You see, he surprised me as I was applying my night cream and I poked myself in the eye. Now I look like this sans muscles and tattoos:

Perhaps spinach would help.

Peace, people!

Keeping Busy

The worst times are those

When I’m caught off guard

As I’m drifting into sleep

Or the first moments upon waking

When my primitive brain latches onto

An ugly hunger that needs slaking,

Baking ideas like malformed cookies

Question mark-shaped dough

And I force myself to move

In action there is solace;

If I’m busy, I don’t think

The Cat’s Meowapple

Must’ve been some kind of party going on last night.

Hmm. How’d this get from the kitchen counter to the kitchen floor?
Apple? I don’t see any apples?

Gracie isn’t allowed on the kitchen counters. She’s refusing to take responsibility for this apple which has fallen very far from the tree.

Maybe an apple distributor broke in. Kind of like a modern day Johnny Appleseed.

Peace, people.

I Worried

That the Chicago airport would confound him.

That we wouldn’t make it into the virtual queue for a Star Wars ride at Disney’s Hollywood Studios.

I worried he’d think our family suite at the Art of Animation would be too childish, or that hanging out with his Nana wouldn’t be cool.

I worried I wouldn’t be able to keep up with my 18-year-old grandson for all the fun.

I worried about lots of stuff, but I forgot to worry about cancer.

Weird how I always seem to worry about the wrong things.

Some day Garrett and I are going to keep our vacation plans.

Unexpected Guest

I was sitting outside on the makeshift patio of a local eatery yesterday when one of the employees peeked around the corner and said, “Don’t freak out, but there’s a snake behind the recycling bin.”

Sure enough, I saw the little guy slithering in my direction. And while I didn’t freak out, I did move to a neutral corner in hopes that he’d pass right by.

Hi, I’m an oak snake, who are you?”

Soon, the snake was corralled by braver souls than I and returned to a location with fewer freak-out prone humans.

I promised I’d obliterate any identifying marks on the snake wrangler.

The little oak snake seemed friendly enough, but I’ve got plenty of friends, thank you very much

Peace, people!