A well-deserved rest
I think I might be overworking my poor husband. At my request, on Friday he put together a huge light fixture (the kind that comes with assembly required and lots of individual pieces) and hung it in the kitchen. Then later that afternoon I dragged him out to dinner and after that to the Sunrise Theater in Fort Pierce to see Three Irish Tenors. The three tenors turned out to be five young men who formed the group called Druid. Their music and harmony was incredible. I clapped, stomped and sang along. When I glanced over at Wayne . . . he was asleep. Tomorrow I leave for Tom’s River, NJ and then on to Seattle. I promised Wayne he can get lots of rest while I am away.
When You're In Too Much of a Hurry
I was running late yesterday morning for my Bible Study class. Filled with purpose, I jumped into my car, revved up the engine, and backed out of the garage . . . directly into the housekeeper’s vehicle, which was parked just behind mine. I T-boned it. After I pressed my forehead against the steering wheel, I went back into the house to apologize to the housekeeper and give her all the necessary information. And do you know what the kicker was? I’d been in a terrible rush, so fearful of being late, yet despite everything, I was still on time for Bible Study. This was a lesson well learned.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Talk about the luck of the Irish! (No, I'm not Irish, but don't most people don the green and celebrate this special day?). I had an encounter with a famous writer this past weekend. I had just completed a fun book signing event at Great Balls of Yarn in West Palm Beach. My friend, Marsha Roche, was with me, and we decided to have lunch at City Place, a high-end mall close by. As we headed down the escalator toward the parking garage, I noticed a man riding up on the opposite side. I recognized him immediately and said, “Hello, James Patterson!” He raised his hand and returned my greeting, even though he didn't know me. We were two ships passing in the night , or, in this case, two bodies standing on movable stairs. I did get a thrill out of seeing him!
Giving Thanks
Wayne and I had Thanksgiving dinner with dear friends on Sunday evening. We gathered at the home of Anita and Alan Greenstein to celebrate the life of Minda Butler, who we all loved so dearly . You might remember from my February 9 blog posting that Minda succumbed to cancer February 6.
Because the evening was a gathering to give thanks for having Minda grace our lives, Anita dubbed it Thanksgiving dinner and served the traditional turkey and stuffing. We toasted Minda and did our best to comfort her husband, Leon, who was able to join us for the evening. One of the blessings of the evening was watching the launch of the space shuttle. As the shuttle shot through the night sky, lighting up the horizon, I could feel Minda’s presence far more than her absence.
An early weekend
Our good friends, Bob and Joan McKeon, (note dedication for Back on Blossom Street), are stopping by today. Wayne and I are planning to take them on a boat ride down the Indian River--that is, unless the dolphins and manatees decide to visit us, and in that case we'll stick around to watch them frolic! Naturally, Joan and I will spend time in my yarn room. (Yes, I have one of those in Florida, too!). Joan was the Guideposts Knitter of the Year a couple of years back and is one of those special people in my life who is more than a friend.
Not a Happy Puppy
Bogie was in to see the veterinarian yesterday to be "fixed." He is not a happy puppy about this. It was almost as if he knew what was about to happen to him. Wayne took him in, and Bogie gave him the big, brown-eyed look that said, “Are you really comfortable knowing what they are going to do to me?” Wayne has been feeling guilty all afternoon. Bogie hasn’t moved around a lot today and is walking—shall we say—gingerly, this afternoon. Poor sweetheart.
Mrs. Miracle
I received thrilling news last Friday. The Hallmark Channel optioned a Christmas book I wrote years ago titled Mrs. Miracle. I’ve had a number of books optioned, but an option doesn’t necessarily mean the book will go into production. It seems that a miracle has happened, and Mrs. Miracle is indeed going to be produced. Shooting starts in May, and it will air in December. Is that exciting, or what?
More Classes for Bogie and Me
Bogie and I are back in obedience classes. The dog is a marvel. His teacher sat on the floor and talked to him, eyeball-to-eyeball, and Bogie did everything she asked. I sit down with him, eyeball-to-eyeball, and he ignores my every command, licks my face, then runs off with my shoe.
I love, love, this dog, but it's time for me to learn how to be a loving dog owner and one Bogie cannot ignore. I'm afraid we have our work cut out for us!
A Fish Story
It’s been a crazy, whirlwind weekend with Wayne 's brother, Chuck, and his wife, Karen, visiting. The guys went fishing, and, naturally, we girls headed for the big sale at the Mall. Karen and I had a fabulous time and brought home several items.
The men, however, didn't catch a thing. In fact , they ended up losing a rod and reel. Chuck set his rod aside for just a second, and wouldn't you know it, a huge fish took hold of the bait, and the rod, reel and everything else went flying off the boat, bouncing across the water while Wayne made a frantic effort to chase after it. Personally, I think they should have come to the Mall with Karen and me. We, at least, had something to show for our efforts. All the guys ended up with were plenty of laughs. Well . . . Karen and I laughed, too, but most of our laughs came while in the dressing room!
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