Today I went outdoors and walked around the house on the concrete walk, twice. I walked over the bridge over the walk and around it on the loose gravel, too.
My husband/ caregiver will be happy until he realizes I want to be able to water my roses and snip the dead blossoms off. Maybe I will get wild and crazy and cut back on the Lantanas. Hon, I promise when I know I can do it safely.
My physical Therapists, Preston, Steve, and Page, are awesome. They always have a new goal for me to achieve, like getting up from the big chair in our Family room or doing squats holding onto the sink.
I spend much of my morning exercising my body and my mind. I write pages of sentences to regain my penmanship skills, and I also type pages of typing exercises to improve my typing skills.
My Dawta suggested writing about the whole stroke experience, and it is in the back of my mind. It could happen. It has been an interesting experience.
If I missed anyone with my thanks for the many well wishes, please know I am grateful for the encouragement. It means a lot to have you take the time to let me know you care.
One well-wisher mentioned she would look at my books for her child. I suggested Ruby & Nolan’s Great Adventures in Space. I started the series when Ruby and Nolan were in grammar school, and the books have grown with them to when they graduated high school. I like that they get into serious trouble, but no one dies, and their thinking process is like kids their age.
My books are available as eBooks and paperbacks at most of your favorite websites in the US and Europe, as well as in some libraries.
See you later,
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Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die.
I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect?
Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing.
My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda.
Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated.
I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.”
I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class.
After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome.
I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.
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Hope you regain your full strength back soon, and with your good therapists, I am sure you will.
My therapists are great. They put me through a good pace and added new ones. Today, we went outdoors and walked around the yard. It was good to smell the fresh air. Thanks for your comment.
Thanks. I am working hard to get everything back. Handwriting is the hardest part, but I am making progress.