last week was very busy and a bit stressful -kind of like this parking garage that I wanted to park in. I had to drive around and around and make squealing noises with my tires until I parked.
And, I had to run to catch up with my life.
Monday: Holiday. Did a little shopping.
Tuesday: I was dragged back to work kicking and screaming.
Wednesday: I had to redo the mammo. There were areas of concern. Worry and logic battled it out in my mind over the long weekend. Four long hours and $178 later all is well. I will spare you the details this time- except there were mentions of smoothing out tissue. That's all I'll say -I promise. I told no one in my family about the retake because there wasn't anything to worry about yet. However, during the long weekend, (I told my daughter later) I just KNEW that my right booble was dying and yet it felt fine. See what the mind can do? See how worrying never changes anything for better or worse and only makes you crazy? See?
Found another carpenter ant area after returning home that day. In my dreams I hear them chewing. I called the exterminator. I want to say to "Life" -GIVE ME A BREAK.
Thursday: A day long of seminar that kinda-sorta sounded like a bashing session of how we weren't doing things correctly. Thank goodness, I am secure in knowing that I do an excellent job- otherwise I might be worrying about that too. I talked with some of the others. I hope I helped them realize they are doing a great job.
Friday was my daughter's 28th birthday. We had a super good time that evening with the fam. She took home some good loot. I think she feels old at 28. However, she just purchased her first home and a rumor was circulated in her new neighborhood that she was thought to be 23 and traveled with her job. She does look 23 or 12, but does not travel with her job.
My three grandchildren are a hoot. They say the funniest things. Here's a conversation with my son's daughter (my only granddaughter in a sea of boys). I had been showing my laptop to my mom and sister who are both thinking on buying a laptop. The picture on the screen is of a house, lighthouse and the sea- becuz my heart belongs to the sea and the lighthouse even though I've never seen either in person.
K: Grandma, did you take that picture.
Me: No, it was on the computer. But, I would like to live there.
K gasped: If you moved there, I would miss you soooooooo (yes she emphasized) much.
It's nice to be loved.
Thoughts in Progress. Congratulations! She has one of the best book review sites that I have seen. She's a pro, I tell you. And I imagine that if we ever met, we would be great friends. That's what I imagine. (Mason email me your address and I will send the journal to you.)
Next week will be my final giveaway - the Barnes and Noble gift card.
On My Writing
1. Finished my short, Death by Poison Berries and it's going out this week.
2. Nearly finished with short story, The Elevator Ride (working title of murder mystery).
3. Actually wrote several pages on my book When the Keepers of the House Tremble. Actually, I think I will see if Stephen King would like that title. I might rename my book Summers Ending - which kind of has something to do with the book but sound like it is a sweet kind of story. Not so much. Are there courses out there on naming- children, pets, short stories and novels? I'm just wondering.
4. I posted at The Ruralhood blog on small community, if you're interested and desperate for something to read.
It's not officially summer here, but we have seen 90 degree days. Summer is a bit fast and furious, but, I love it. Do you know what I like best about spring/summer? The smells: mown grass, fresh air, and flowers. The sounds: children laughing, farmers mowing fields, and happy birds. The sights: Everything is green again, flowers blooming, and people playing outside. Most of all, my feet love being free.
You can comment on my content too, but here's a question: What do you like most about spring/summer? (Later, I may ask you to write a paper on what you did on your summer vacation. And I might grade you. It's a possibility.)