Today was my workout day with Preston, and he came prepared. I do not work out on the days he comes because I know he will put me through some tough paces. It’s nothing I can’t handle, but I usually work up a sweat.
We walked across the street to check the mail. Our street has gravel on both sides of the hot top. I used my cane, and after we checked the mail, we walked around the house and over the bridge on the concrete walk. I loved getting outside and smelling the fresh scent of “after the rain.”
After a short rest, I walk to the sink for my balance workout. He places a rubber pad several inches thick in front of the sink, and without holding onto the sink, I step up with one foot, add the other foot to the pad, and step back to the floor. I then repeat it with the other foot first.
It sounds simple, and it is! Balancing is the key. I did it 10 times, with each foot as the dominant one.
I bet you think we were done, but then I worked on the Rowing Machine for 5 minutes.
I think I need a nap! Not so, now I can have my breakfast.
Onward and upward, now I get to have fun. I am working on Chapter 3 of Book 9 of Ruby & Nolan’s Great Adventures in Space. They have taken a flying car, again, without permission or knowledge of their parents. They are intent on rescuing their friend Donzereli, Ty, and Robin, who are Ruby and Nolan’s parents. This will be fun as they have no idea where they are!
To make matters worse, the volcano’s irruption has interfered with everyone’s telepathic ability for miles around the explosion.
I love writing fiction! It gives my mind wings to fly and imagine anything!
Have a great day, and I will 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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