Today is Sunday so that it could be my day off. To win the game of physical rehabilitation; there can not be a day off. I have done almost all of my exercises. The last one is walking as much as I can.
I have an app on my phone recording my steps. I do more than 1000 a day and am trying for more.
The last time, my physical therapist had me do exercises to help with balance.
I sidestepped around the kitchen island with my eyes closed. That one I will not do when I am alone.
I can walk without the walker and will soon switch to a cane. Steve brought a big green step, and I practiced stepping up and down with each foot with my eyes open and closed.
The most exciting thing I did was get on the Rowing machine and work for three minutes. I plan to get on it again for at least a five-minute workout. I don’t feel totally comfortable getting on and off yet.
As you know, rowing machines are very low on the floor, which would make them out of my reach. Shirl solved that problem by setting it on two strong wooden boxes, making it easier to get on and off.
We will soon set up the Treadmill! Shirl won’t take it out of the box until the therapist gives him the go-ahead.
I have to get busy writing. Yesterday, I published a trilogy of the first three short books of the Ruby and Nolan series. I have eight books in the series and two more waiting to be edited. My books are available on most of your favorite sites in the U.S. and Europe in eBook and Paperback.
When I need a break from writing, I have several sewing projects waiting.
See you later, and have a fun day…
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Biography
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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