Yesterday was a red letter day! Preston gave me new challenges. In addition to my regular workouts he added getting up from my chair in the family room five times. I did it with only one double try. A double try is getting almost up and sitting back down.
He brought a big Yellow round plastic platform about 18 inches in diameter. I held onto the sink and stepped up and back on the floor one foot at a time.
We took a walk around my house on the concrete walk. I loved being outdoors, feeling the light breeze on my face and seeing the clouds drifting across the sky.
I take my exercises seriously and try my best to complete them as many times as I can during the day. After all, the only other things I have to do are write books, fix lunch for Shirl and me, sometimes dinner, and read.
I have an app on my phone that counts my steps! I do 1000 or more. The therapist says the more, the better.
I have to run. I have a sewing job to do today. This one involves hand-sewing with black thread on black material. I will use my very bright light. Gettin’ old ain’t for sissies!
Speaking of Books, check out Murder on Lake Haverly! It is set in Arizona, and the main character bears a striking familiarity to me during my 30-year career in Real Estate. Maye has a friend with benefits who is a Sheriff’s Deputy. I didn’t have a boyfriend, because Shirl wouldn’t allow it!
It is on most of your favorite sites, including eBooks and paperbacks. Thanks, and 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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