3 Major Types of Rewrites, and the Big Mistake to Avoid with All of Them

A Writer's Path

by Lauren Sapala

One of the first things a writer learns is about the power—and the challenge—of the rewrite. For those writers who assume that everything Ernest Hemingway wrote flowed perfectly out of his pen on the very first try, the illusion is shattered. The more experience a writer gains, the more they know that rewriting is part of the process for all writers. But that doesn’t mean that rewrites still aren’t confusing, overwhelming, or just plain difficult. They most definitely can be all of those things. What can really be helpful is for writers to back up, look at a map, and make sure they’re not going in the wrong direction.

View original post 953 more words

Outside Your Comfort Zone

If you never step outside your comfort zone, you will never grow.  If that sounds ominous, it is!  I have always dreamed of writing professionally, and have been told by several people “do something about your writing?” I have so far self-published 12 books and they are available on Amazon.com.

Last month I was invited to do a reading from one of my books by El Charro Hipster Restaurante located just off Grand Ave. with plenty of parking.  The address is 1325 Grand Ave, in the heart of a beautiful Art Hive!  This is a new program, conceived to “Bring Back the Art of Conversation!”

I said yes before I thought about all the reasons not to step outside my comfort zone.  My hubby encouraged me and listened to my reading many times and make helpful suggestions. I loved reading the excerpt from “The End of the Road” and had a great time.  I was thrilled when a woman approached me and said she would propose it for her book club.

The Peralta family made us all feel at home. BTW, the food is fabulous, the wait staff is friendly and helpful. El Charro Hipster is environmentally friendly by using only 100% compostable items. I brought home half of my sandwich and had no qualms about putting the container in the microwave to re-heat it for a late-night snack. Anyone that knows me knows I will not use ANY plastic to re-heat any food, ever!

I enjoyed the experience so much that I am reading an excerpt from “Immortal Enemies” my Sexy-Sci-Fi book, March 18th.  This is the book that my Daughter edited and said, “Reading about sex that her Mother wrote, she had to read it with her eyes closed!” BTW the “readings” are only 10 minutes long and start a 6:00.  Come early and stay late for music and fun. It is a chance to meet new and experienced authors.  I am a newbie author.  My first book was self-published in 2016.  Since then, I have self-published 12 books, Sci-Fi, Mystery, and Young Adult. I will have several Immortal Enemies books available for purchase and will be happy to sign them.

www.facebook.com/ElCharro-HipsterBarAndCafe

www.linkedin.com/in/elcharrohipsterrestariante

www.instagram.com/elcharrohipsterbar.cafe

 

El Charro Hipster Flyer 1

 

I am looking for a Doctor, or Is There a Doctor in the house?

The new medicare year has started and we have to “pick” a new Doctor!  Oh! Not all of us do, but some of us lucky ones do if our Doctor has “opted out” of Medicare, or if we are disappointed in the “Customer Service” our present one offers. Many of the Physicians act like we are getting FREE Insurance!  One of them actually said I should be grateful for my FREE Insurance!  About 1/5th on my SS check is deducted to pay for my “free” insurance.

I started paying FICA when I earned $1.15 an hour working at a Fire Insurance in Hartford, CT as a keypunch operator. Us “girls” were never hired to work across the room in the “Computer department” with the MEN who made more than twice our pittance.  

I remember the days when looking in the “help wanted” ads there were two categories: Help Wanted Male and Help Wanted Female.  Guess which one paid more?

You could say my working career was rocky, at best.  One of my last jobs before I met and married my husband was in my home town at a Shoe Factory sewing the backs of skates, bowling shoes and golf shoes on an industrial serge machine.  I proudly admit I was fast with my hands and was campaigning for a higher price per case to increase my pay, unsuccessfully, I have to admit!

Two things contributed to that; I was in favor of unionization, and I let my supervisors know that my body was off limits!  I was 18 years old and full of piss and vinegar, ready to conquer the world!

One day one of the bosses called me out of the bathroom to read me the riot act for not getting back to work instead of smoking!  I told him I had a right to take a bathroom break in no uncertain terms.  He disagreed and finally to make a point, I picked him up by the front of his shirt and raised him a foot off the floor and at his insistence, dropped him.  I am pretty sure that I didn’t endure myself to him or management, if he told anyone, because no one saw it.

The second thing was my campaign to get higher wages was met with cold stares or laughter by my immediate boss.  He wanted to date me, but I said, NO! He used to try to meet up with me by asking me where I was going rollerskating and showing up only to find I was at another rink!

I saw him put his hands around the girl next to me and touch her breasts.  When he approached me, I faced him and clearly told him, “Don’t ever touch me, anywhere on my body!”  He was so cock-sure of himself, one day he tried.  I attempted to give him a vasectomy with my scissors!  His hand got in the way, so it was unsuccessful!  I was walked to the door and told I was fired. I drew unemployment, after my interview with the male interviewer! I have mellowed a little!

After my two children were in Junior High, I got my Real Estate License and contributed handsomely to the FICA coffers! Along with a few other low paying jobs, because the parity between Men and Women’s wages had not changed much in 40 years.

This year my Insurance Company merged with a huge Pharmaceutical Store and probably they were trying, but our “New Cards” did not arrive in the mail.  You have to show that card to get any service!  We waited nearly an hour on the phone to try to find out how soon they would be in the mail. My husband figured out how to print them.

I have been having some serious eye problems by a specialist, referred by my Doctor and they called me to inform me that they had been calling and faxing a request for a renewal of the referral. When I called the doctor’s office to ask about the hold-up, I was informed that I needed to bring the card into the office.  My ID number was not enough!  I will admit I was a little hot under the collar to have to cancel my specialist appointment and wait a week or longer to get in.  My husband works full time and he has one weekday off!

I guess asking the Doctor why they didn’t renew the referral when he knew I had more appointments with the specialist was the wrong thing to do.  How was I to know they don’t talk to each other?

When you call a Doctor’s office one of the special numbered buttons to push is if you are a doctor’s office to get right through. It appeared to me that when he showed me the file, telling me that they wouldn’t know how many times I saw the specialist is he didn’t get any reports, that this was somehow my fault.  But is it my responsibility to make sure he is informed?

 

 

Thank You, my Seattle Friends

It seems like yesterday that your folks invited us to park our Motorhome in your driveway so we could visit with our Daughter, Dawnzella for a two-week visit.  She lives a stone’s throw from your house and is besties with your whole family.  She is known as Dawnzereli to you, and in my books, as Donzereli your dragon friend!  We were excited to meet you, Ruby and Nolan as you reminded us of our own two children, Dawnzella and Christopher.  It was almost being with them again when they were your age.

We had a blast playing with you.  When we opened our curtains on the side of the motorhome facing your house, it was your cue to come visiting.  Usually, within a couple of minutes, we would hear a polite knocking, and then the fun would begin.  And yes, we let you get away with pretend driving, running from front to back of the bus and jumping on the bed!  You couldn’t hurt Miranda, our motorhome is a tough cookie!  She only has 40,000 miles on her and is barely broke in.

When we said, okay kids, time for lunch, see you later! You politely said,  “See you later and exited, waving on your way home.  Thank you for the fun, two weeks!

We sent Christmas gifts to you every year until you started getting a little old for Barbie and G.I. Joe things, so one year I wrote a story, putting your whole family in space in a new world.   My, how time has flown, I finished book 6 and will be ordering your copy in a day or two.  Merry Christmas!  I wish we could do it all over again.

This year Ruby and Nolan meet a new friend, Briauna who was washed up on the beach and unconscious.  They, of course, tried to help her.  She was grateful and asked, “Do you want to come to my home for a visit?”  They said, “That would be fun, but, we can’t breathe underwater and your home is under the sea.”

She said, “No problem, I can give you the “gift” and you can breathe like me underwater and when you go back home you will be as you were!”

You’d jump ant the chance, wouldn’t you?   The question is: Is Briauna telling the truth?  In, “Ruby and Nolan’s Great Adventures in Space Book 6: Merpeople, you will learn the answer.

Brenda for President!

I’ve reviewed ALL the Democratic Candidates and have come to the conclusion that American People don’t have nearly enough candidates to pick from!  So I am throwing my hat in the ring for President of the United States!

Concerning my qualifications to effectively execute the complex aspects of the Office of the President of the United States of America!  After watching how the office is being run at present, I think I can do it with one arm tied behind my back! It is a well-known fact women can multi-task.

Here is my platform :

  1. I am really easy to get along with as long as you do exactly as I say! I am a Post-menopausal Red Head, left-handed, Gemini!  Which should tell the head of any country that messing with me would not be in their best interests!
  2. I will appoint pre or post-menopause Women to be my ambassadors. Guaranteed they won’t tolerate backtalk from the male-dominated societies of the world.
  3. Since I am a woman, all the old White Men will assume that I am complacent and will do as I am told! It will be a pleasant surprise that I am neither!
  4. I have been married to my one and only First Man for 58 years.
  5. I will have to read from a teleprompter; otherwise, I will forget where I am and why I am here! Much like everyone else my age.  So no running off at the mouth and making a fool of myself and the country,  won’t happen, not that we haven’t already been there!.
  6. Let’s talk about age! I am willing to admit I am old!  I have no desire to lead forever, no worries about a dictatorship!  Both my Son and Daughter are old enough to live in a 55 age community, they have no desire to follow me unless I am making pizza.
  7. And I won’t be re-decorating the white house, it looks pretty damned lovely compared to my double-wide mobile home or my 2005 Coachmen Motorhome!
  8. I plan on sleeping in every one of the bedrooms at least one night, and anyone that sends contribution will get to sleep in one for one night too!
  9. I will be happy to accept all the Pac money I can get! As long as they don’t mind signing my little agreement that says, “Sorry, Sucker, will do what is right for the country!  You are the one being screwed for a change!
  10. I expect to be a one-term President!
  11. With the tax I am planning on slapping on the Millionaire and Billionaires, there will plenty of money to raise the minimum wage to $25.00 an hour, not that sissy $15.00.
  12. With the money left over from the millionaires and billionaire tax, everyone gets full coverage insurance, and nothing is pre-existing and no co-pays!
  13. All the stupid “No rules” things that are in place in regards to clean water, air, and the land is repealed!
  14. You still have to pay for college, BUT the interest is SIMPLE INTEREST, i.e. you figure the % on balance ONCE, and it is added to the amount owed and is never calculated on the declining balance over and over. You will find you can pay it back before you die.  And the full amount you pay each year is deductible from income tax.
  15. There will be steel beams for sale! We don’t need a border wall, we need compassion for those that are fleeing injustice and will be welcomed with the original open arms that the Statue of Liberty intended.
  16. There will be no bail-outs for corporations that get in trouble for risky speculation! You are on your own, just like the workers that made you rich!  No golden parachutes on the taxpayer’s dime!

 

Did I miss anything? I find it hysterical that I need to state that this is just for fun and is intended to be sarcastic, and no money will be accepted!

 

I’m doing it my way!

In one way or another, we are all storytellers. Be it via jokes retold from childhood and pranks played on our friends, or a bitter experience in our past.

Have you ever had someone remark that their life story would make an interesting book?  Most of us think ours would, but unless it is presented as an exciting narrative, it will probably lay on the shelf gathering dust.

Many years ago, I felt the need to let the stories inside my head come out and play.  They started escaping the year one of my teachers assigned us 5 pages of what he called “Randon Notes” written in longhand, and submitted every Friday.  I decided to have fun tantalizing him with continued stories.   I wish I had been able to save them, but alas, they burned along with our homestead shortly after graduation.

I have been able to resist most of the offers of successful authors to pass that wisdom along, at a hefty price to newbies.  To be honest, I have signed up for one or two of them and discovered I was doing it all wrong!  I was supposed to be writing every line correctly. Unfortunately, most real people talk in the manner of their education and experiences they have faced in their life.  I used one program that corrected my style of writing so much that I ceased to exist!

My Husband of 58 years and my illustrator and best Beta Reader remarked one day that my book didn’t sound like me anymore.  I was at first a little ticked, didn’t I do everything the program instructed?  I decided to read it like I was a reader, not the author, and I realized it was good, but it didn’t sound at all like me. My life experiences give my books a different slant than other authors. I have stopped using that program, so what you read is what you get!

My advice to newbies would be to read everything you can get your face over and pay attention to how they write!  Write every day!  Have fun letting your mind wander through space and time.  You should try to be as grammatically correct as you can, but even the best sellers make mistakes.  BTW Grammarly is your friend! Nobody is perfect! Go ahead and self-publish your book, so what if only your relatives buy it!  You can feel good about the fact that you did it! There are places to get technical information on how to format your book and upload it. It’s not rocket science, I did it, nuff said!

I have 12 books self-published and working on the 13th, which is a sequel of Murder on Lake Haverly! If you like my stories, do me a favor, review them on Amazon or Barnes and Noble and tell your friends to try them. There are 8 Young Adult books and 4 adult books. Six of the Young Adult books are sequential! Two of them are about my Daughter’s imaginary friends! You can find my books easy by typing Brenda Colbath in the Amazon or Barnes and Noble search bar, and they will pop up, most of the time on one page. Be sure to like and follow me to be notified when a new book is published. Thanks!

My latest children’s book

If you have read:

Ruby & Nolan’s Great Adventures in Space Book 1: The Science Project, 2: The Hatchling, 3: The Keep, 4: The Others, 5: The Wormhole,  you can skip right over to Chapter 1 of Ruby and Nola’s Great Adventures in Space Book 6: Merpeople.

The Weller family, consisting of Ty, Robin, Ruby, Nolan, and Pebbles their dog, agreed to be part of a settlement on a newly discovered uninhabited planet several light-years from Mother Earth.  I am not sure Pebbles, their dog agreed to go, I think she was happy to go anywhere with them!  They arrive on the Planet by spaceship slipping through a wormhole; taking days, instead of years to go between worlds.

In book one, Ruby and Nolan stumble upon a pretty rock; they keep it for a science experiment because it was warm and had a slight vibration. They decide it is not a rock, but an egg! It starts growing! They know that eggs do not grow back on earth, and when it hatches, they meet a dragon!  He becomes their friend; they name him Donzereli, after their Uncle Dawnzereli back on Earth.  Dawnzella is a friend of the family.

Donzereli invites Ruby, Nolan, Bonnie, and Shamus to his home in the mountains.  Dr. Allen agrees not to tell the parents if he is asked to go along.  They have a blast flying on dragons backs to the Donzereli’s family Keep.

When they learn their parents are coming to take them home for punishment, Donzereli takes them deep-sea fishing, also without parental permission.  They are netted and taken aboard a flying ship and come face to face with “Others,” and find they are humans like themselves.  After a fun-filled time at the Others Keep at the amusement park, they go home again to face punishment.

Ruby, Nolan, Bonnie, Shamus, and Dr. Allen try, but can’t seem to stay out of trouble!

They get home, and three Consortium representatives show up to view the progress of the settlement.  The Weller family must find a way to introduce them to two groups of inhabitants that they are unaware of existing!  They will have to show that making friends will give them a more significant return on their investment than mining the abundant resources by force if necessary!

The representatives go back to Mother Earth without a decision of what will happen.   An alliance is formed; the Dragons can collapse the Wormhole, temporary or permanently to create time to negotiate with Earth.  Our group of explorers will be to stay or leave.

After months of uncertainty about their future, the Weller family needs a vacation.  What could go wrong with a weekend camping at the beach?  Maybe it is what Ruby and Nolan discover exploring while Robin and Ty relax in the shade sleeping with a good book on their chests?

Could our adventurers meet another group of inhabitants from the Sea?  Of course Ruby and Nolan are the first to meet the Merpeople!  Could the members of the Consortium be coming back with the decision of their fate: to go or stay?

This is not online yet, but I am giving you a preview of the cover.  Usually, you can click on it to be taken to Amazon.com to purchase your copy, but not today!  It will be online very soon for only $.99 ebook form, the Paperback will probably be $5.99.  Email me at hotshower@colbath.net to be notified when it is published.  Thanks!

X R & N Cover Book 6

So you hated the ending?

You read over 200 pages and the only thing you have to say is, “I hated the ending.”  That is good!

What that says to me, is you loved my main character or characters!  Can I will tell you a secret? I hated the ending too! But I also loved the characters.

I created the character because I love strong females that can travel through the trenches of life and still remain a lovable human being. One that takes life one step at a time, and places one foot in front of the other even when she can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. She faces every day with a big sigh and pastes a smile on her face and treats everyone with kindness that fills her heart, no matter how much hurt dwells inside.

My character of Jena in my latest book “The Spirited One” is one of my favorites. Her life started out challenging to say the least. She lost her parents at an early age and aged out of Foster Care.  Along the way life threw her a bushel of lemons, and she accepted them, and fought her way  to the promise of a beautiful life. She was loved by many people, and she learned to return that love. Many people never get that chance.

She was hated by some not because of something she did to them, but because of something beyond horrible that they did to her!  Her will to live was amazing! Her desire to make them pay for murdering the love of her life makes her wake up screaming every morning from dreams that remain a mystery.

So thank you for reading my book and falling in love with Jena, and hating me for the ending, but in between Jena might just teach you about lemons, lemonade, and love.

In case you haven’t read it and you want to:

You want me to do what????

Am I the only one that noticed this? As a “Peeking over the hill,” female seeking employment find the employment advertisements a tiny bit confusing? The flowery phrases used to describe the kind of work the employer is looking for leaves a lot to be desired. It should not require a 6 paragraph narrative clearly states what you want to accomplish and what you expect of me.

Also clearly state the name of your company and where you are located. Not everyone is willing to make an hour or more commute. I appreciate not having to plow through the brain-freezing strange and unique forms. You will get fewer applications, but fewer turn downs. Yes, Virginia, some of us will turn down jobs because of the commute.

Please do not assume I am stupid enough to not figure out when you ask, “What year did you graduate from High School?” I do not realize you want to rule me out because of age. And please do not rule me out because of lack of experience when I state I have 30 years in the field you are seeking employees. That coming from someone barely out of diapers is insulting.

I do love the new way of saying “Sorry sucker” we don’t want you by saying, “Although your qualifications are impressive, we elected to move forward with another candidate.” If they were so damned impressive, why didn’t I at least get an interview with a real person?

Throw away those “personality quizzes!  You know, the one predicting my temperament and if I will steal you blind. I have never passed one, and I was a Realtor for 30 years, helping people with the most expensive purchase of their lives.

I absolutely hate anachronisms! Say what you mean. If you are too lazy to type a few words, well, I am not interested in what you are offering.

If you require a resume, why do you need me to fill out a non-interactive employment history? Most of my boss or supervisor’s either moved on to bigger and greener pastures or on to their great reward, and many companies are no longer in existence, through no fault of mine.

Also, do not require me to present myself at a “cattle-call” interview, two minutes long. If you are going to interview a million people for a job that barely pays above minimum wage, count me out! I realize that “times have changed!” But surely, not so much there is never a face-to-face interview, ever?

Just so you know, I am an old school, “8 hours pay for 8 hours work,” and I do not require, need or want you to supply treats, and games with prizes. I want to play games of my choice on my own time with people I know and like. I would appreciate a bathroom within walking distance and the agreement to allow me to go when necessary. No need to ask why you already determined my age.

Don’t get me started on the employment gap! Many people retire and need to seek supplement retirement. What’s wrong with that? It should not be a mortal sin to need to work again. Maybe you should think about maturity and experience is an asset, rather than a deterrent.

 

 

2018 Book Industry Predictions: Are Indie Authors Losing Their Independence?

A Writer's Path

by Mark Coker at Smashwords 

Welcome to my annual publishing predictions post where I prognosticate about the future and share my views on the state of the indie nation.

Each year around this time I polish off my imaginary crystal ball and ask it what the heck is going to happen next.

My crystal ball was a bit surly this year. The first thing it told me was, “you don’t want to know.”  Less than helpful.

View original post 310 more words

Using Your Bad Ideas

A Writer's Path

by Chloe-Anne Ross

Other than uploading on time (sorry!) my biggest problem continues to be planning my novels. I plan on writing a series and right now I only have act 1 of W.OT.G worked out but even still I plan on re-working my plan.

My idea for the opening scene didn’t go so well and I knew I had to change the landscape she was climbing, the beasts she was running from and the compass she carried with her and just her entire word! No biggie : -/  hmm…right?

View original post 441 more words

Start from the Middle: How One Single Idea Just Changed Everything

A Writer's Path

by Matt Frick

I didn’t write ONE sentence of my current book project this week. Not a single word.

But man did I make some progress!

I told y’all how I like to outline the entire story in multiple levels of detail before I really get to writing a manuscript [Planning: The Importance of Outlining (for me, anyway)], so you probably don’t see anything wrong with that first-line declaration, given the fact that I’m still in the outlining phase. But that line is more attention grabbing than, “I didn’t add a single bullet point to the 30th scene of my outline this week.”

View original post 1,224 more words

How to beat Trump at his own game!

Trump told the Democrats how to beat him in the 2020 election, but was they listening? He stood up there at his last rally and told them how to win the next election no matter how much Russia tries to mess with it.

It is so easy; it is a wonder that no one has thought of it. I watched the Democrats shoot themselves in the foot time and time again in the last election, and groaned for eight months. First, the Democrats ignored their best hope to win big time with Bernie Sanders because he honestly said he is a Socialist. Big Deal! So what? They chose to back a strong candidate, but with a handicap that she could never overcome, and guys, we won’t be able to overcome it in our lifetime, unless there are some changes. I heard things like, “When they go low, we go high.” That’s nice, but it won’t win a dirty election. You have to fight fire with fire. When they are screaming lies, you had better start screaming truths along with proof! And you had better Scream at the Top of your Lungs and with thousands of voices because that is what the GOP did. Not the truth, but loud and with thousands of voices.

Trump showed us the true underbelly of this nation, and it is getting stronger. He lied his ass off! And everyone accepted it because, under the polite Christian demeanor, too many are downright racists! That is a fact! If we weren’t the Nazi and White Supremacists would not have such a big foothold to be able to have major rallies and place them on the ballot.

A few years ago the Christian Right would never stand up in public and give their wholehearted endorsement to a man accused of child rape, molesting women because of his power, embraces Russia as an ally, and had many extramarital affairs with no remorse for his actions. The self-righteous bigot Christians are crying publically that “Donald Trump is sent by GOD” to save our nation! When they know perfectly in their little heart of hearts, they only want this to be a White Christian Nation. All you Chrisitan women that LOVE him, if he succeeds he will come for your rights next.

So listen up! Here is how you beat him at his own game. He talks a good story and gets his people to chant along with him, remember, “Lock her up.” and “This country needs a successful businessman” and “I will make America Great Again” and “I admire soldiers that didn’t get captured.” You need to make your chants powerful, loud, and true!   Come on don’t make me do everything for you. Hire some great PR people!

You need to put up with your next candidate someone that everyone respects wholeheartedly, I mean everyone! Don’t even think of dredging Hillary up again. She cannot win! It isn’t that she isn’t a good candidate, and it isn’t the country is not ready for a Woman to be President, it is the White Male Establishment is NEVER going to be ready until you make them.   To make them ready, you must seize control from their hands, forcibly if you must, but you must break their iron grip on our economy. It will take brains as well as brawn. I suggest you start NOW! You need to get up off your hands shoved under your ass and FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE!

How to Advertise Your Book on a Budget

A Writer's Path

As a writer, you want readers to find your stories, but you may not have a lot of money to put towards that goal. After all, writing is often a hobby or part-time job, and it doesn’t make any income until the books sell…but the books can’t sell until people know they’re out there. So how do you get readers to know about your book without spending a lot of money?

View original post 441 more words

Ridin’ the rails in Phoenix

Riding the rails in Phoenix, AZ is not only encouraged, it is subsidized.  No, I’m not talking about the railroad, I am talking about the Light Rail.  It runs almost from my front doorstep to downtown Mesa, and there is a rumor that it will expand further into downtown Phoenix.

The cost of riding is minimal.  It cost us (senior citizens) only $4.00 for the trip downtown and back.  There are day passes and monthly passes available.  It beat the heck out of driving and paying buckos for parking.

I have to admit I was a little nervous, this was my first time since it first opened and the rides were free for a week.

The security, and the people working at the stations and on the train were courteous, and helpful.  We had to wait a few minutes for the cars to be cleaned.  I was surprised at how clean they were, and there was a rack to hang a bicycle up off the floor, although many people chose to keep them at their side.

We met and saw many interesting people.  The seats could have been a little wider, but that isn’t any ones fault that they were snug but my own.

We got on at Dunlap Ave and 25th Ave, which I said was almost at my front door.  We only had to walk to the front of our complex and cross the road and voila, we were there. When we got to our stop we exited and walked two blocks to our “Meet and Greet meeting” at a Hotel in downtown Phoenix, and then walked the two blocks back and in 20 minutes we were back where we got on.

All the stations are well lit and are populated with workers, we will do it again.  We discovered that it also goes right by Il Vineo where a friend, Michael Powers plays guitar, this will be much more convenient than the hassle of driving.

Try it, you will like it!

 

 

AI, YI YI OH!

It is really funny that after my long rant about turning 70 and getting stupid, more interesting  things happened that turned out to also be stupid.

Checking my replies to my post, I received five from people that wanted me to purchase their “fool-proof” program that will make me rich without even trying, just remit $$$$$ to their paypal account and the money will start rolling in to my bank account.

Today while I was trying to catch up on my writing, I received at least three phone calls, from Mr. or Ms. Nobody, because when I answered, they hung up.  I hope the couple of callers weren’t upset when I screamed, “F%&#k You!

Then the best one or two were from an AI, that informed me that “she was calling to help me find a job” and she inquired what type of position was I looking for?  When I asked if this was a recording, there was a long pause, before the reply was, “Please give me your address, date of birth, and your legal name, or something like that.  At this point I stopped listening and hung up with the same salutation.

When the AI called again, it had learned that I thought it was a recording, so when I asked it again if it was a recording, it paused, and then said, “I guess I have said this so many times that I must sound like a recording.”  I asked several more quick questions, and it made her pause again, before getting right back on script.  I said pleasantly “F#$%K You again and hung up.

AI has invaded our society so thoroughly that it is replacing us faster than we realized.  Another fun fact, now when you apply and receive an “invitation” to an online interview , don’t get too excited, because the last one I did was an AI asking me 4 silly questions. One I remembered was, “What is you favorite movie?”

I spent some time trying to unsubscribe from all the virtual personnel agencies today to discover that there at some that you cannot unsubscribe from.  So I did the next best thing, created a rule that they be re-routed to my “Junk File” so take that AI!

I turned 70 and got stupid!

Yup! Who would have thought that another couple years would make me ineligible for any kind of employment!

I retired after 30 years as a Real Estate Agent selling Commercial and Residential Real Estate, fighting to preserve and save my clients money and dignity, in the space of 8 years, I suddenly became unemployable for ANYTHING.

There are resumes and applications in almost every business in the valley from me   I have same number of “Kiss-off” letters from employers.  Well not really from employers, but from nameless personnel companies or personnel telemarketers.

Now I understand that the personnel agencies are going to employ AI to do their interviewing, PERFECT!

I don’t understand why I have not had ONE decent interview from ONE company that REALLY has a position for a reasonably intelligent female for a Sales Position.  I have had several “Cattle Call Interviews” but not with a real employer.

Just to re-iterate: I do not want an outside sales position!  I feel that with my sales experience, I am worth a decent salary with a commission to match my abilities.

Just for your information: every sales job that I have successfully accomplished top salesperson was ones that I had NO experience with that PRODUCT or business “On the job.”  Of course management tried to hide that a mere female could be the top salesperson.

One local company wanted me to “train” their salespeople and let the “trainer” take all the credit for it.

For all of you business’ that disqualified me because I am not young enough, since when does youth qualify over experience?  Did you think that my 30 plus years as a licensed Realtor made me unqualified to anything but telemarketing or outside sales???

Just in case you still think I got stupid, I have written and self-published eight books.  I will admit they may never be million sellers, but my blood,  sweat and tears are between the covers.  They are all on Amazon.com, just type my name, Brenda Colbath in the search area and they will pop up.

I don’t know what the future holds for me, but I am deleting all the “Help wanted” ads from all the fake personnel agencies and fading into the woodwork.

Thanks for noting!

 

 

I am conservative because…

I grew up that way….

When I am brushing my teeth, I still only run the water enough to wet my brush and my dentures, then turn the water off.  It is a left-over habit from when we lived “back on the farm” before we had running water in the house.  I didn’t know how rich we were back then.

We grew everything from potatoes to strawberries.  And what we grew, we canned!  Back than, I hated the process of canning, but loved the canned goods.  I have not so fond memories of washing hundreds of glass jars.  This was when you put a big pot on the wood fired cook stove and heated the water to when it was nearly boiling, you carried it to the “Pantry” and set it on the end of the big slate sink.

My Mother was the strongest woman I have ever known.  She planted a one acre garden, with food.  She also had a section that she planted in flowers.  The woman had a Green Thumb, every thing she planted, grew.  Plants, birds, and animals loved her, birds would land on her hand.  She knew every species of plant, and could name every bird.  She worked in that garden, weeding, hoeing, and harvesting for hours a day standing with her back bent with her legs straight.  I would last for half an hour, with a lot of coaxing, maybe an hour before I was sitting down, out of breath.

The only things we bought at the local grocery store was, salt, sugar, and flour.  There was no bottled water in the store.  If you had tried to purchase it, the grocer would look at you like you were crazy.  It still seems a little crazy to me. Remember that pantry I talked about? Well we put a big metal milk can of water on the “side board” and dipped out what you needed for you chore of the day.  Those milk cans didn’t magically appear on the sideboard, we had to do one of two things:  1. Go out to the well, prime the pump, and actually use our arms and pump the handle up and down, to get the water to pour into our pail.  Oh, by the way, once out pail was full, we carried it into the house. 2. Place several of the milk cans in the back of the car, head down to the artesian well and if the minnow is still swimming around, dip water out and put it into the milk can, load it back into the car and drive it home, and start all over again when that was gone.

There was no such thing as a shower, or even a bathroom.  If you had to go, you went out the back door to the “Out House” and did you business.  On the farm we had what I used to call, a “Three-holer,” that was three holes, one tiny one for small kids, one big for the man of the family and one in-between for the woman.  It was smelly in the summer and freezing in the winter, what fun!

I remember my absolute thrill when my Dad brought home an army surplus folding canvas-like bath tub!  After heating the water on the stove, I would slide into a bubble bath, pure heaven! Of course, I only got to do this on Saturday night.

We washed clothes on Monday, always! Rain, or shine, winter or summer, we hauled the old Washing machine out plugged her in and did the heating of water again, filled it with boiling water, added plenty of bleach and soap, sorry, can’t remember the names of the soap.  You always started off with all the white things, they were stuffed in and you waited for the clothes to get clean enough to pull them, gingerly (remember the boiling water) out of the water,  and stick them into the ringer to crush a lot of the water out of them. Watch your fingers!  My Mom had a two tubs set up to rinse them in cold water and put them through the ringer, put them in the second rinse, back through the ringer and then put them in a basket to take them out to the cloths line to hang them with wood clothes pins.

I have not so fond memories of bringing them back into the house-frozen stiff, and not that dry to hang them up over the stove on yet again another cloths line, this time with out the pins. I have to admit they smelled wonderful. Damn, just talking about it makes me tired.

Oh!  By the way, you aren’t done with your wash day.  You kept adding clothes to that same water gradually adding them by the color of the clothes, once the sheets and towels were done, you added your other clothes until you got to the dark clothes, which were pitched in last.  The theory was that all the bleach was gone by the time they were washed.  That might have been why all the men’s jeans and work shirts got lighter until they were streaked.

When they started getting holes, they were patched and worn them some more.  Nothing was thrown away if it could be re-used.   Now that was recycling!  I still keep a box of folded rags for cleaning.

We had animals, too!  My Mothers motto was “Every part strengthens the part” and no part of any animal was wasted. But that is for another time.

If you like my stories of “Long ago” let me know, because, I am not quite older than dirt, but getting there, and love to re-live the “Good old days”.

I am an author and have 8 books on Amazon.com, they are available on digital and print on demand paperback.  Just type my name, Brenda Colbath in the search area and voila! you will see all of them.  They are only $.99 so you won’t go broke getting them for your Kindle.  If you have to hold the book in your hand and turn the pages, you can order them, they cost a little more.

BTW, Amazon let’s you read the firs two or three chapter FREE to see if you like the book.

 

 

 

This morning I let my mind wander while I was doing the dishes and I began to think about the many things that were a wonderful invention at the time, but later someone made a small design alteration that made the invention many times more efficient.

Sinks are a silly one.  My faucet is set close to the back of the sink so that it makes for many bumped and jammed fingers to get it clean.  The designer probably had never cleaned a sink, or installed one.  If they had ever had installed they would realize how hard it is to get their hands close enough comfortably to screw the parts together.

The reason I am comment on this is we recently had to install a new faucet in our sink in our Modile Home, which by the way aren’t mobile at all, and I felt sorry for my poor Hubby doing the deed.  Every time I clean do the dishes and clean the sink I think about the person (probably a man) that has never cleaned one.

I am not mad at them, but wish manufacturers would consult with real people that use the items they are producing to get some real feedback.

Children’s Books or Adult Books?

Both are fun to write.  My first book that I wrote and published was a children’s book called “The Great Adventures of Ruby & Nolan in Space” and it was a written as a Christmas gift for two friends that were getting too old for Barbie and G.I. Joe toys.

The gist of it is that the whole family is offered an opportunity to travel to an uninhabited world in far off galaxy. The program was intended to not only settle the planet, but to discover valuable assets for Earth.

Ruby and Nolan were thrilled to have this great adventure as long as they could take their dog Pebbles and their Uncle Dawnzella, who the called Uncle Dawnzereli,  unfortunately she couldn’t go with them.

This is the story of how a family copes with a life changing decision, do they drift apart or become closer.

This is a fictional story that lets you peek inside the lives of this family of four that makes that decision. The family makes the journey together. However, this story is mainly about two pre-teens adventures in space.

The family is settled on the new world in their home, but kids will be kids.

Well, why don’t you just read a couple of chapters?

Chapter 1. The adventure begins.

“Come on Ruby, hurry up.”  Nolan cried.

Frowning, she quickly turned from the sink; the front of her wet apron covered with soap bubbles which were falling. “Keep your britches on, Nolan you know our chores have to be done before we can leave.”

Ruby was tall for her age, a little over 4 feet, with long wavy Brown hair that fell nearly to her waist, big Blue eyes.  Her slim figure showed that she was on her way to becoming a beautiful woman, way too soon for her parents, especially for her Daddy’s comfort.

 “Okay, okay, what do you want me to do to help?” He asked, sounding a little exasperated standing there trying not to look impatient, but, losing that battle. 

Nolan was not as tall as Ruby, but growing fast enough to overtake her in a year or less.  Standing with his hands on his hips; his blue eyes sparkling over an impish grin under a shock of curly light brown hair. 

“Why don’t you go and get our backpacks, swords, and sheaths?  I am nearly finished with the dishes and will pack a lunch for us, so we won’t have to come back until dinner time”. 

He hurried to get everything Ruby asked for, as she finished the Breakfast dishes and packed sandwiches, water, and treats.  Their parents Ty and Robin were away helping a neighbor, as they were the unofficial leaders of the New Seattle settlement. 

Chapter 2 is an introduction so I will just give you a little more.  

Chapter  3 Kids will be kids  

Ruby finished her chores and met Nolan out front with their lunch. Nolan handed her, her backpack, her scabbard, and sword, which she fastened at her back.  He had his sword belted at his waist.  Ruby’s sword is a little longer; also made of wood, and she keeps a sharp knife securely strapped to her ankle, hidden by her slacks and boots. 

Nolan had his sword at the ready and immediately tried to get through Ruby’s defenses. However her defensive moves are still a little faster than his, and she was able to disarm him in several minutes.

“You are getting better, every day Nolan, it won’t be long before we are evenly matched, then we can take on Dad and Mom, but right now, we’d better get going before the day is over,”  Ruby said a little out of breath. 

They started out around the hill, for the climb to the top, to check on the solar panels.  It would take them the better part an hour to do the climb.   Ty insisted that they are checked on every week, and most of the time Ruby and Nolan did the climb as part of their chores.  Off they went climbing up around large boulders and up the established trail to the top of the hill.  About half way up they paused and sat on a couple of boulders, sipping water, they talked about what they would do after this chore was done.

“I think that we should go check out our hide-out, to make sure some wild animals haven’t broken in and destroyed our stuff,” Nolan said.

“Okay, but I’d be surprised if it has been disturbed, and the large animals usually do not venture near our encampment.  The hunters have started to go further to hunt for meat.  “Let’s get started,” Ruby said pushing herself up and they started up the hill again. 

Chapter 4 Oh. Oh.  This is not good.  

When they crested the top of the hill, they stood stock still and stared at the wreckage in front of them.  They were shocked to see several of the Solar Panels bent nearly to the ground on the metal rods holding them, and at least two of them had big tears right through the Panels.

 Generally, when they did this climb, they would take the time to view the whole valley through their Binoculars.  It was kinda fun to see the changes their neighbors make to their homes.  Usually, they bring back news of a new barn or shed.  They always marveled at the amazing tableau before them, with cleared, planted land surrounded by huge trees that seemed to reach for the sky.  They didn’t as yet remember the names of all the trees, but they did know that they were perfect for climbing and had been campaigning for a tree house to be built in one near the River; one that they could fish from. 

“This is not good.” they both said in unison. 

“Geez, Dad will be angry, when he sees this” Nolan cried.

“I wonder if we can we straighten them again?” Ruby said as she started straining to push up the panel; even when Nolan helped, they only managed to get winded in the effort. 

“Okay, guess we will have to report it to Dad; good thing they all weren’t damaged.  We are still getting plenty of power with only two panels down”.  Nolan said.

“Let’s look around to see if we can find tracks of what did this damage,” Ruby said.

So they started walking kinda bent over looking for tracks, hoping that it wasn’t a large animal, and if it was, hoping it was not still in the area, especially with them armed with only wood swords.  Ruby didn’t think that her small knife would be very helpful.  After several minutes of looking, Nolan suddenly stood up and shouted: “Hey Ruby, come look at this.”  Ruby hurried over to see what he was hollering about, thinking that maybe he found a rabbit or deer tracks. 

As she looked at the tracks, she sucked in her breath in shock, “Nolan, those looks like claws.  This can’t be; we’ve never seen any birds large enough to make these.  We need to take pictures, and measurements, so we can prove to everyone that we didn’t imagine this.  Dad will want to know what did this damage.” Ruby said while fishing her camera out of her backpack, and snapping several quick pictures of the damage to the panels and the claw marks in the soft ground.  She also dug out her tape measure and carefully wrote down measurements on her notepad.

While she was doing this, Nolan continued to search the area; suddenly he excitedly dropped to his knees and started wiping mud off a large oval shaped rock wedged under a thick bush.  He cleared a small area about the size of a baseball, took off his glove, and was marveling at the colorful pattern on the smooth surface that actually felt and looked like glass.  As he was marveling at the colors and running his finger over them, he realized it was quite warm, and he felt a slight vibration. 

Want to read more of Ruby and Nolan’s adventures? Go to amazon.com and type in the title in the search area. The adventure continues in Book 2,3 and 4 and book 5 is on the way.  R and N cover Book 1

 

 

 

 

 

Writing about writing

That title sounds silly, but everyone does it in one way or another. There are experts that tell “how to” do every part of writing.  It all seems so intimidating to us novices that only want to tell stories.  We need to get them out of our heads or we will explode.

That sounds easy, just sit down at the computer, or at your desk with a pen and paper.  Come on, you have all those great novels just swimming around in your head, and all you have to do is pick up the pen or start typing.  You don’t even have to be particularly fast or accurate, after all there is spell check, Grammarly, and many other aids available to give you a little push.

Your friends and relatives may encourage you with words of praise for your bravery to put yourself out there, while laughing to themselves at some of the mistakes in grammar or spelling you make.  But think about this: how many times have you scratched your head when reading a best seller book at the blatant mistakes.  No one is perfect.  You won’t be either.

So enjoy writing your stories, don’t worry if no one ever reads them, because you have to tell those stories that are running around in your head. If you don’t they will eventually crash into each other and you will have a mess.

When I wrote my first book “Murder on Lake Haverly” I wanted to poke a little fun at the Real Estate profession, and reveal its under belly to the world.  I felt confident, after all, I was in the trenches for nearly 30 years.  To be honest much of what I wrote about Real Estate is true even though it is fiction.  I patterned much of the business from real experiences with real people.  I never have revealed any names and never will, but many of the people exist  and probably are still doing their thing.  If they recognize themselves, not my fault they were so strange.  My book had a little some business realism (but not boring, hopefully) and a little sexy love, a little murder, and description of fun places in Arizona, you might want to mosey on over to Amazon.com and type in Brenda Colbath and read the FREE chapters of my book. You could order it at the very small price of $.99 in ebook, if you are one of those people that have to have a book in your hands and turn pages it is available in paperback at $11.99.  I will be forever grateful if you leave me a review, they mean more to authors than you will ever know.

Thanks, have a good day.

Treasured Memories

I was sitting here at my computer wasting time instead of working on my books.  A thought occurred to me, if it is work, why am I doing it. Then I remembered why if gives me pleasure.  My mind wandered back to another time that also gives me pleasure.

The times I bathed, powdered, and snuggled with my children, before putting them to bed for the night.  They got a warm bath with bubbles and toys. After bath-time they got powdered, and put in clean PJ’s, then covered with their warm bed-clothes. Then it was story time.  I loved reading and used different voices to make it fun for them, and read until their little eyes closed and sleep claimed them.  I don’t remember of making up stories, nor them asking for them.

When my Grandbaby came along, she was different, not better, just different. She loved to have me make up stories.  Everything else was the same, except the making up of stories. I can’t remember any of the ones I made up, and probably she doesn’t, but she might remember me telling them.

A couple of my fondest memories was of Aurianna setting on my lap as I winning simple solitaire and when the cards started falling over the screen in uneven lines sayin, “Make it do it again, Gramma.”

Another fond memory was of her saying, “Gramma, make the car talk again.”  I had a Chrysler that talked to me, saying things like, “A door is ajar.”

She is all grown up now, but writing is akin to telling her stories, of course some of the stories I tell now are for grown-ups, but I still love to tell children’s stories.

To see and read my stories you can go to Amazon.com and type my name Brenda Colbath in the search and they will all pop up.  You decide if you want to read children, young adult, or adult and they are all there.  There are 2 more on the way. I’ll let you know when they are available.

 

Things I wish I had done

When we first moved to Phoenix, Arizona we lived in apartments.  My husband liked the ground floor because he couldn’t see any reason to carry groceries and laundry up and down stairs.  Okay, I can see that, but the view is better from on the second and third floor and it never flooded on the second floor.

In one complex we had neighbors move in above us and I swear, they were elephants.  They stomped from morning until they went to bed.

I came home early with a migraine and after about two hours I had had enough.  I stomped up to their door and banged on it, and told them how I felt in terms that might have made the woman’s hair curl.

I got a call from management telling me that I couldn’t talk to them like that.  They weren’t interested in them stomping all hours of the day and night.

I made up my mind that we had to get out of there before I got arrested, and we did. We bought a house.  The decision was made the day I saw the Mrs. taking laundry down stairs and she was pregnant!!!!

What I wanted to do so bad it hurt: call every charity in the city; give them that address and tell them that I wanted to donate all my household belongings to them and to just come and get them. Oh yes, and my name is Mrs. Ella Phant.

I had so may happy minutes musing about how much fun it would be to watch and listen to the conversation between Mrs. Ella Phant and the charity trying to move her belongings out.

 

Do Great Loves Ever Die?

This little fluff piece is just to make you think.  You are supposed to wonder if the man is dreaming, awake, or dead.  There might be a religious theme in your mind, or not.  Let me know what you think, what did it mean to you.   Thanks for reading.

He was startled awake from his happy dream by something pushing on his foot. He was lying by a sparkling mountain stream; arms folded behind his head, and they were sound asleep. The mist started to clear from his brain, and he realized that the Y branch sticking in the bank with the long freshly cut pole was desperately trying to alert him that he had a trout on the line. Setting up as quickly as he could, he saw his pole was rapidly bobbing up and down, the end nearly smacking the water. Now fully awake he grabbed the make-shift pole, his hands weren’t as nimble as they used to be, but he excitedly began to work for his breakfast.

The stream was so clear he could see to the bottom, and his trout looked huge pulling hard on the line. His mouth watered as he daydreamed of it roasting over an open flame. He shook the dream away and concentrated on landing this beauty. He remembered little else, but he knew how to play a fish and land it.

Concentrating on landing his breakfast, he knew trout have a soft mouth and could slip the hook if he wasn’t careful. Hand over hand up the pole his hands moved to grasp the line for better control. He spent several minutes letting his beauty have a little line and then gently reeling it back by winding it around his fist. Finally, the prize was within his grasp, reaching down he slid two fingers into the gills and lifted his magnificent breakfast out of the water. He pulled his knife from his jeans pocket and neatly cleaned his prize fish, okay, not as huge as he looked in the water, but surely enough to fill his and Sabine’s belly as soon as he remembered the way to his camp.

He plopped the fish in the creel beside him, and whistling walked to his camp. It appeared that his feet knew the way and they took him to a clearing, fifty careful steps from his fishing hole.

One could tell he loved camping by the neatness of his camp. His tent was erected properly, taunt with correctly placed guidelines, campfire pit lined with small stones and large ones circling them, a solid iron grille set with a big wrought iron frying pan waiting for his meal. Stoking the embers into flame, adding more wood, tossing a generous pat of butter in the pan, he was gratified his prize filled the pan. What a feast this would be, eggs wouldn’t be necessary.

The smell of the fish cooking made his mouth water, his mind clearing, focusing on the love of his life Sabine. “Where was she? Surely she could smell their breakfast cooking.” He couldn’t allow her to be a sleepyhead when such a wonderful feast was waiting. Leaving his cooking after carefully turning his prize fish in the pan, he boosted his aching body up and walked stiffly to the tent, opening the flap to let in some light and laughing he called to her, “Get up you sleepyhead, come out and join me for breakfast.”

Not only did she not answer, but there was also no Sabine. Where could she be? He recalled cuddling in their two-man sleeping bag last night, just like they used to in their youth. Of course, she must have gone exploring or needed an early morning private break. As soon as the smell of his prize breakfast

He was startled awake from his happy dream by something pushing on his foot. He was lying by a sparkling mountain stream; arms folded behind his head, and they were sound asleep. The mist started to clear from his brain, and he realized that the Y branch sticking in the bank with the long freshly cut pole was desperately trying to alert him that he had a trout on the line. Setting up as quickly as he could, he saw his pole was rapidly bobbing up and down, the end nearly smacking the water. Now fully awake he grabbed the make-shift pole, his hands weren’t as nimble as they used to be, but he excitedly began to work for his breakfast.

The stream was so clear he could see to the bottom, and his trout looked huge pulling hard on the line. His mouth watered as he daydreamed of it roasting over an open flame. He shook the dream away and concentrated on landing this beauty. He remembered little else, but he knew how to play a fish and land it.

Concentrating on landing his breakfast, he knew trout have a soft mouth and could slip the hook if he wasn’t careful. Hand over hand up the pole his hands moved to grasp the line for better control. He spent several minutes letting his beauty have a little line and then gently reeling it back by winding it around his fist. Finally, the prize was within his grasp, reaching down he slid two fingers into the gills and lifted his magnificent breakfast out of the water. He pulled his knife from his jeans pocket and neatly cleaned his prize fish, okay, not as huge as he looked in the water, but surely enough to fill his and Sabine’s belly as soon as he remembered the way to his camp.

He plopped the fish in the creel beside him, and whistling walked to his camp. It appeared that his feet knew the way and they took him to a clearing, fifty careful steps from his fishing hole.

One could tell he loved camping by the neatness of his camp. His tent was erected properly, taunt with correctly placed guidelines, campfire pit lined with small stones and large ones circling them, a solid iron grille set with a big wrought iron frying pan waiting for his meal. Stoking the embers into flame, adding more wood, tossing a generous pat of butter in the pan, he was gratified his prize filled the pan. What a feast this would be, eggs wouldn’t be necessary.

The smell of the fish cooking made his mouth water, his mind clearing, focusing on the love of his life Sabine. “Where was she? Surely she could smell their breakfast cooking.” He couldn’t allow her to be a sleepyhead when such a wonderful feast was waiting. Leaving his cooking after carefully turning his prize fish in the pan, he boosted his aching body up and walked stiffly to the tent, opening the flap to let in some light and laughing he called to her, “Get up you sleepyhead, come out and join me for breakfast.”

Not only did she not answer, but there was also no Sabine. Where could she be? He recalled cuddling in their two-man sleeping bag last night, just like they used to in their youth. Of course, she must have gone exploring or needed an early morning private break. As soon as the smell of his prize breakfast reached her nose, she would be over the moon excited and come running back to help him devour the fish. She loved to camp as much as he did and loved eating freshly caught fish, as long as she didn’t have to touch their slimy bodies. He smiled remembering the time she actually caught one, but couldn’t bear to touch it until it came out of the frying pan.

We went back to the fire and made sure that the fish had not burned, but was golden brown and thoroughly cooked. He let his eyes wander over the magnificent view. In the distance, he marveled at the white-capped mountains sparkling in the rising sun. High Pines towered in the distance, but around his clearing, their home away from home much smaller trees made an excellent windbreak, which was exactly why he picked this perfect spot.

Damn, the fish was cooked just right. He called several times and scouted around the camp for several minutes. Sabine must have gone looking for mushrooms or exploring. She was as capable as woods-man as he was, so he was not worried about her getting lost. It wasn’t like Sabine to wander so far away that she would not hear him call. He kept calling, but she was nowhere to be found and didn’t answer his calls.

He wasn’t going to let this breakfast go to waste, so he sat down and dug in. When he filled his belly sufficiently, he still had over half of the fish left. As soon as the fish was wrapped and stored in the cooler, he decided it was time to make a concerted effort to find Sabine. He would have a serious talk with her about not scaring him like this again.

He gathered up his backpack with enough water for both of them, slinging it over his back, taking his hiking pole to steady his old legs, not looking forward to this upcoming trek.

He started walking in the direction that he assumed Sabine had taken when the scenery started to fade. His memory of last night and this morning was receding into a dream-like fugue.

“I’m not ready,” he yelled to no one, “I have to find Sabine.” The voice never told him when it was time. It was never clear what was happening or what he was supposed to do. Voices were booming around him and inside his head. He could hear people talking about pushing, and suddenly he knew that he had no choice in where he was going or when, and it seemed to be NOW. Everything faded out, and he was gone.

On the third page of the daily news the next day, was a small article. “The Bodies of an older couple were found by hikers. Authorities believe they fell and were unable to summon help. They suffered broken bones from the fall and died in each other’s arms”.

“Push again, Mary, she’s almost here. I can see the crown of her head, one more push and we will see Sally’s beautiful face. You can hold her first, but I get to hold her second. Rest and catch your breath.” Mary lay her head back on the pillow and with a sigh, said, “Thanks, coach, we couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Janie is next door giving birth to her best friend,” Jaimie said holding her hand.

Next door Janie gave her last big push bringing her new baby boy into the world. Frank was delayed at work and would be heartbroken to miss his son’s birth. Janie waited as long as she could, but the labor progressed a lot faster than they anticipated. Finally, Janie held her baby in her arms, unwrapping his blanket to marvel at his beautiful eyes, his tiny hands, and feet. Once she was sure he was all there, she wrapped him up again. She anxiously watched the door, waiting for Justin to meet his father.

And it begins again

 

Happy Birthday FREE Book

Immortal Enemies is FREE from June 5 to June 9th on Amazon.  Click  on https://tinyurl.com/brendasbooknook 

Can you imagine being immortal?  Living long after most of your friends and loved ones are gone?  Would you look on life differently?  Would you be nicer or immune to feeling regret? 

What’s a girl to do when she is in lust; wants to stay young and beautiful forever?  Unfortunately, keeping her body in that condition could be fatal.  

Sexy fun and games of “who’s fooling who” abound in this sexy Sci/Fi fantasy!

 

Immortal Enemies Front coverx

 

 

Immortal Enemies

What’s a girl to do when she is in lust and the enemy is her lover right in her bed? What would you do if you were recruited to spy on your employer for big bucks? This is a sexy romp through a “Who’s fooling who Sci/Fi mystery.”  Mario is playing a she loves me, she loves me not game.

https://tinyurl.com/brendasbooknook

Immortal Enemies Front coverx

Ruby & Nolan’s Great Adventures in Space Book 4

Imagine a dragon with a pirate scarf and eye patch saying “Ahoy, ye Mateys! Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger. Mighty Pirates are we.”

A fun fishing experience for the kids and Dr. Allen turns out to be an adventure in survival! Being kidnapped was not part of the plans, and Donzereli could be in more danger than the kids.  The good thing is we finally find out what the “Others” are up close and personal.

https://tinyurl.com/brendasbooknook

 

R N Book 4 cover for WP

 

Murder on Lake Haverly

May West Mysteries Book 1  Murder on Lake Haverly

What is going on in the sleepy little town of Punkin Center?  Homes are ransacked, and bodies are discovered by Maye’s new Realtor with Crossbow bolts in their chests.  Frank is up to his ears in murder, but he’s never too busy for romance.  Go to http://tinyurl.com/brendasbooknook  to see all my books.  They are all $.99 for Kindle, but if you like to hold a book in your hands they are on there too! Please leave me a review. Thanks.

mwmysteries-book-1-cover-9

Ruby and Nolan’s Great Adventure in Space Book 3

Time to face the music!  Not the music Ruby, Nolan,  Bonnie, Shamus, Dr. Allen and Donzereli want to hear.  They listen, but do they hear? All they want to do is go visit their friend at his “Keep” in the far away mountains.  What could go wrong?  They are bribed into taking an adult, Dr. Allen along.  Why is everyone so upset with them flying on dragons backs?  Kids just want to have fun.  To read about more adventures http://tinyurl.com/brendasbooknook 

R and N cover Book 3

Ruby and Nolan’s Great Adventure in Space Book 2

Oh! Oh!  The kid’s punishment is enough to keep them on the straight and narrow. Not!

The Weller Family; Ty, Robin, Ruby and Nolan committed to being part of an exploration and settlement of a newly discovered planet in another Solar system 6 light years from Earth.

Ruby and Nolan agreed to go but wanted to bring “Uncle Dawnzereli,” their dog Pebbles, and they wanted ponies.  Unfortunately, Uncle Dawnzereli and the ponies could not come.

While inspecting the Solar Panels on the hill above their home, Ruby and Nolan discover a pretty “rock.”  They were surprised to find out that their science project is not a rock at all, but an egg.

Yikes! It hatches and the baby Dragon that they help out of his shell, bonds with them; they name him Donzereli after their Uncle Dawnzereli.  They love the strong, wonderful friend that they think of as an aunt, even though they call her Uncle Dawnzereli since the first met.

Ty and Robin are very disappointed (this is an understatement) that the kids kept this secret from them.  They were excited to meet the “baby” Dragon, but meeting his parents, not so much.  Eventually, the settlers accepted that there were real live Dragons on their planet.

Telling their parents they were going on a picnic, our adventurous kids, with their best friends met Donzereli close to their house.  They only planned on a day trip flying to the mountain to see Donzereli’s “Keep.”  Just as they were ready to mount their dragons out stepped Dr. Allen and hitched a ride with them.  They couldn’t refuse, because he might tell their parents!

Are we up to speed now?R and N cover Book 2

Ruby & Nolan’s Great Adventures in Space

R and N cover Book 1This book was not written for publication.  I wrote it for two friends, Ruby and Nolan in Seattle as Christmas presents. Sooo I decided to write them a story.  Then I got the brilliant idea to make them the main characters… good so far!

Now, I scratched my head pondering what kind of a story to write, and suddenly a dragon flew by and tapped slapped me with his tail. Okay, second problem solved.

Donzereli, the dragon in my story, dictated this story in my ear, I just typed it.  So blame him.

The story tells of the trials and tribulations of the Weller family deciding to climb aboard a Space Ship and travel light years to another planet to colonize it along with other families.  the planet is well researched by the Consortium that organized the trip.

Everyone discovers that they are not alone…..

 

 

I Remember When…..

I remember when I voted the first time.  It was for John F. Kennedy when he was elected in 1960.  I was less than 2 years out of high school.  I was employed at Dexter Shoe Shop in Dexter Maine working on an industrial machine sewing the backs Bowling Shoes and Ice Skates.  What a fun job. This was the good ole’ days when men were king of the world, and could get away with anything.

My immediate supervisor, let’s call him “Mr. Wonderful” wanted to date me. He would ask me which rink I was going to go roller skating every week.  I would tell him one and go to the other one.

Being a good catholic boy he was thrilled that the Pope would now be running the country because Mr. Kennedy was catholic, too!  I voted for John Kennedy in spite of the fact that he was Catholic.  Everything went well, he was elected and was an okay president.  Besides Jackie was a woman we all aspired to be!

There have been other presidents or their wives that did not inspire me at all.  What I liked about Kennedy was his clever sayings: Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.

I had been trying to get a raise because I was fast with my hands and could do a case in record time.  The management decided they would “time” me to, in their words see speed of  my “piece work” to determine how many pennies per piece  I would get.  Well, Mr. Wonderful came up behind me and with a stop watch in his pocket proceeded to time me.  Of course, I could tell that he was doing it so I did a lot of movements with my hand and didn’t accomplish any great amount of pieces zigzagged.  He would sake his head and walk away.  As soon as he was gone I wizzed through the rest of the day.

Mr. Wonderful was starting to annoy us girls by touching us, I told him in very plain English never to touch me.  I was on my way out of the plant because I was talking “Union”.  The treatment that the women put up with was wrong on so many levels.

One day Mr. Wonderful came up to the woman beside me and put his arms around her and grabbed her breasts.   He came over to me with the same intention, I told him again do not touch me.  Guess he didn’t take me seriously because I attempted to give him a vasectomy without the benefit of any anesthetic with my shop scissors.  I would have at least scarred him if he hadn’t been fast enough with his hand.  I still have those scissors.

The foreman walked me  to the door and said, “Your services will not longer be needed.”

Merry Christmas Happy New Year To all !

December 2016

It has been a banner year for us, this year marks several milestones.  Shirl will be 82 the day after Christmas, and on Dec. 30th we will be married 55 years.  I keep checking the calendar to make sure that that is right.  One might say “we are still crazy after all these years.”

I finally did something that I have wanted to have the time to do for many years.  I finally wrote my first book “Murder on Lake Haverly” and self-published it on Kindle.  It is now available in paperback too! And soon will be available digitally narrated.  Since I was a Realtor for several hundred years, it is a story about a Real Estate woman Maye West that sells the deal of a lifetime and becomes embroiled in murder, robbery, jailbreak, sexy boyfriend, reuniting of Father and Son, and more.

That was so much fun that I wrote and self-published another book, “The End Of the Road,” which is also available in paperback. This one is about a woman that wakes up in a bathroom on 1-5 somewhere in Oregon, with no memory of who she is or where she belongs.

Since I got the bug, I decided to self-publish the 3 Children’s books on Kindle that I wrote as Christmas gifts for some friends in Seattle.  They are called “Ruby and Nolan’s Great Adventures in Space Book 1,2, and 3.  They are on Kindle and also available in paperback. Soon to be narrated.

Thank-you in advance if you decide to read them.

Well, this year was another exciting year on the road (Workamping).  This will come as a shock to some of you, but, we have decided to “get off the road” and settle down.  We have chosen to settle temporarily in Arizona.  When the temperature hits 120° we may re-think our decision and head for the hills.

It has been fun, being nomads, but now we are longing for a garden, room to stretch out a bit.

For the time being we will be staying in an RV Park, but later on, we may decide to either rent or buy a home, in the Phoenix area or somewhere else.  We still are available by phone and email. Hope your year was as fun as ours.

 

I Remember When…

I remember my first airplane ride.  It was exciting, and mind boggling.  Here I was a mere 19 year old, living the carefree life of a single woman on her own, living with two other single women.

The year was 1959.  I was working on my first job in Hartford, Conn. as a keypunch operator for the huge hourly wage of $1.15 an hour.  Whoo Hoo!  I had no allusions that the guys across the file cabinets that separated our work place made that amount.  Remember when women made 50% of what men made, don’t believe it, it was a lot less.

My two room mates were waiting for Prince Charming to ride up on his White Charger and pick them up in his muscular arms and carry them off to a life of luxury in his castle. Right!

I had no such allusions.  Where I came from there were horses, but they pulled plows.

Room mate #1. Was going to flight school to become a flight attendant.  She was a tall willowy, well groomed; the neatest person I had ever met.  We lived in a three bedroom railroad apartment.  She always looked great and could straighten up the apartment in mo time and it looked as good as she did.   I borrowed one of her blouses once and it had a ring around the collar that made me sick.  Evidently she wore everything, including her undies until she had everything dirty enough to package it up to send to her Mother in Maine, who washed, ironed and starched everything except the undies and shipped it back to her.  The kicker was that she cold go to school (paid for by her parents) but couldn’t fly until she was 21.

I was crazy to wash everything by hand, hang it out on the clothesline and iron all day Saturday or Sunday to be ready for work Monday. My Mother would never do that for me.

Lesson learned!  Never borrow!

Room mate #2.  We married her off as soon as we could.  She actually washed her clothes, but she wore her rubber girdle for weeks before washing it.  Which I didn’t care about, but she hung in in the bathroom to dry.  You get the picture!   We made sure to leave her alone with her boyfriend, made intimate dinners for them with candles.  She got pregnant.  We were bad.

We started working at Hartford Fire Insurance Company in the Spring.  It was our first job and when it came to Christmas, we realized we weren’t going to get to go home. We hadn’t accrued any vacation time.   So we called in sick, and booked a flight from Hartford  to home, her in Vermont and me in Maine.   It was what is now called a “Red Eye”.

Had a great time!  BTW our flight cost $17.00 and it included dinner.  BTW I know what the did with the coach class seats.  They are now First Class seats.  The flight attendant could easily push her drink cart up and down  the isle.  The isles between the rows of seats were wide; we could walk by  the the cart to the bathroom.

When we got back to work, we discovered that our apartment was called and when we didn’t answer we were in deep doo doo.

Someone should have told us that we couldn’t go home for Christmas and also didn’t get the summer off.

I Remember When…

Being a young woman in the 50’s wasn’t an “equal” time.  Damn, I was devastated when I learned that I couldn’t pitch for the New York Yankees. I survived that disappointment and many more.   I tilted at some windmills and others I just accepted or worked around.

Life on the farm was hard in many ways, but in others it was fun.  I never understood that “woman’s work” was inside when I had to work outside too!

Yes, living in the country meant that you got up earlier to walk the proverbial mile to the school bus and then 8 long noisy bumpy miles to school.   Usually we arrived before the school was unlocked, which meant we stood around stomping our feet to stay warm.  It wasn’t so bad for the boys as they wore dungarees.  Since we were “ladies” we were not  allowed to wear dungarees.  After much protests we finally were allowed to wear pants to school, but had to take them off during classes.

All summer we worked in the garden, helped haying, and fed animals .  We had chickens and even though it was fun gathering eggs, the hens often took offense at us stealing their eggs and pecked us.

Our well was only about 30 0r 40 feet deep and was located about that far from the house. Every summer it ran dry.  We always had a bucket of water by the pump to prime it or you wouldn’t get water.  We kept a couple of metal milk cans to haul water for us and our animals, when the well went dry, we loaded the milk can in the back of the car off we went  to our back-up water source.  It was an artesian well not far from the house.  It was really just a hollowed out place in rock only about 3 or 4 feet deep.  It never went dry and the water was clean even though it had no cover over it.  We caught a small fish and every year dropped it in the well, as long as the fish was swimming we drank the water.  Doesn’t sound sanitary, but I am still alive.

This is a picture of me with two of those cans:

scan0273

That’s Mon and Dad priming the pump.  BTW the milk cans were empty.  I was strong, but not that strong.

There used to be a row of Maple trees across the road that every year we tapped for the syrup and cooked it to make Maple Syrup.  I can almost taste those big thick pancakes with fresh home churned butter and smothered in real Maple Syrup.  We did a lot of fishing on Moor pond in the background.  Bass and Pickerel in the summer and winter.

One summer I swam across the lake and back. My brothers were bragging about them swimming across it and I took the challenge and started my swim.  Mom was mad (and probably worried about me drowning) that I was swimming alone and she sent the boys after me with the boat and told them to make me swim back.  That was the one and only time I swam it.

I learned many things the hard way.

I Remember When …..

Life was in the slow lane, but was good.

I remember the time I went to “the ole swimming hole” on my bike (peddle power only) and decided  to give my girl friend a ride home.  Remember we only wore shoes during school, so I was barefoot.  She was on the seat and I stood up peddling.

We came across a rise in the road and started down, my foot slipped off the peddle, and I fell  on the road, she fell on top of the bicycle on top of me.

Up over the rise came a BIG car (they were big then) and slammed on his brakes so not to hit us.

The nice man jumped out of his car to make sure we weren’t hurt.  He got my friend and the bike off me to discover that my ankle was bleeding profusely, the sprocket had  cut my ankle.

I was told by my Mother “Do not take a ride with strangers” and no matter what he said I said, “NO.”

He begged and pleaded to het me to let him help me.  But if you knew my Mother, you knew her word was LAW!  There was no way I was getting in that car.

Finally, over all my objections and after a lot scratching and hitting , he got me into his car.  My friend told him where I lived and he took me home.

I was taken to “Ole Doctor Taylor’s office” and he did the stitches in his office.  No emergency,  or hospital!

I was supposed to be on crutches all summer long , we were so poor, my Dad make me a pair.  I was so ashamed of them that I would conveniently “forget” them and hobble around.

I was also told not to go swimming in Lake Wassookeg Lake so not to get infection if the wound, however I “fell in” on nearly every occasionally got near the water.

I remember hobbling like crazy trying to stay out of Doc Taylor’s eyesight on Fourth of July.  I neglected to bring my handy dandy crutches, and Doc Taylor knew ALL of his patients.

Those were the good old days.  It is so sad that we will never see them again.  Now it is a Corporate Medical Business!

 

I Remember When…

Wash day was a big deal!  First you dragged the machine with its attached ringer out to the middle of the floor, and set up the rinse tub close enough that you could use that handy dandy ringer after rinsing.

Filled the washer with Hot Water usually heated on the stove, added Bleach and Soap!  First you dumped in the sheets, they were always white.  Let the good old machine agitate until you felt that they were as clean as they could get.  Ring them out with the ringer and watch your fingers!  Rinse them once Ring them again.  While the towels are agitating, you carried the sheets out to the handy dandy clothes line and  hang them out.  Winter or summer.

Once the towels were as clean as you could get, you start the process all over again.  Finally you got to the colored clothes, all in the same water, usually.  So by the time you were done everything got bleached.  Sometime a change of water was in order if it was yucky.

My most vivid memory is coming home from school and seeing my one and only Cashmere sweater hanging up over the stove.  To my horror it had undergone the torture of the ringer and Hot Water.

I Remember When…

I remember when buying a new car was not a knockdown drag out fight to the death of your entire savings.   You took pride in your “vehicle of transportation” and could have it paid off and enjoy it for years before it needed tons of work.

We never had a “new” car when I was a kid.  My Dad maintained it forever, until our poor car had congestive heart failure and died and not matter how hard my Dad tried he couldn’t save it.

Usually there was only one or two dealerships in a town and 2 or 3 garages.  You could change your own oil if you were handy.   It didn’t cost an arm and a leg to have it done.

BTW, none of the cars came with seat belts.  There were no child seats.  We drove just as fast as we do now, and our biggest distraction were lighting cigarettes, and hollering at kids.  Nobody ate food in the car unless it was a sandwich brought from home.

Next time I’ll tell you about my first brand new car and about my first used car.

I Remember When…..

Now try not to faint, but I remember the Fourth of July celebrations that were small, but fun.  Lots of food vendors and we used to buy Lobster “all you could eat” for $1.00 a plate.  That’s right one dollar.

Of course the wages were considerable smaller.  Although not that smaller.

My Step-Dad worked on the Railroad making peanuts for hard labor.

My husband’s family used to go down to the coast and purchase a washtub of Lobster and bring them home for a big cook out.  We always dipped them in hot melted butter with a touch of lemon juice.  Makes my mouth water just thinking about it.

Now go eat.

I Remember When….

Going shopping was only to get flour, sugar, salt, beans, salt pork and sometimes a “store bought treat”.  The operative word is sometimes.

We lived on a farm and grew everything.  We had a garden that was at least one acre and my Mother canned everything!  We always had chickens….so we had fresh eggs.  We raised at least one steer….so we had meat, btw that was canned too.  We had a cow….so we had milk, butter, and cottage cheese.

Until I was an adult, I never went to a restaurant for dinner, never had spaghetti, Pizza was unknown, and an Ice Cream Sundae was a dream.

Don’t feel sorry for me, everyone was paddling in that same canoe.  I wonder sometimes if America evolved too far from that simple life.

Life is strange, just when you think you have closed the door on one chapter of your life, a new door opens.  The trick is to have enough guts to step through the door and embrace what is waiting to challenge your courage.

I have discovered that I hate being the new kid on the block.  It might be understandable if you knew my history.  I grew up on a farm and learned hard work was followed by simple fun.  There wasn’t much social life living 8 miles from any town.

After graduation, life continued with working and learning about life, sometimes the hard way, sometimes learning was delightful.

After meeting and marrying the love of my life, I settled down to being a Mother, which was the best job I ever had.  When the Children were in Junior High I realized that my job skills were a little rusty, actually they were rusted solid.

My husband suggested Real Estate, and after looking at the qualifications I decided I had just enough to sneak in the door.  That started a 30 year career as a Residential and Commercial Realtor.

So now you are up to date on my entire life in a nut-shell, which sometime described many of the characters and episodes of that business.  I loved the business and amazingly I was a very good Realtor.  I again learned everything the hard way, but I learned it well.

When I retired and we started traveling I had some time on my hands and started writing about my experiences.  I couldn’t name names so I decided to make it a fictional account, changing the names and events to sometimes protect the innocent and sometimes to protect the guilty.

As I started writing I realized I could make it more interesting by adding murders, jail breaks, love stories with a little sex, and draw from my traits for the main strong female character.  By the way, the sexy boyfriend was just for fun, I have been married to the love of my life for 55 years.  I also never have gone skinny dipping with a client.

The name of the first story I wrote is “Murder on Lake Haverly”, A Maye West Mystery book 1.  I self published it on Amazon and it sells for $.99.

mwmysteries-book-1-cover-9

What took you so long?

Wow!  It has been more than 24 hours and only one person from the 623 area code (that’s  in Arizona) has called to bend my ears on what they think about the “Sit In” in the House of Representatives to try to get a vote on gun safety.

You perhaps wondering why anyone would call me and not the White House?  Well almost 20 years ago I got a cell phone for my Real Estate business and was given my nice new telephone number, unfortunately I share the number with the White House.

If you call the White House message line from the 623 area code, and you fail to dial a “1” you will get my cell phone, at all hours of the day and the night!   Thank you so much!

BTW I am not very nice at 3:00 AM!  If you get me out of bed more than two or three times, I am downright nasty!

Most of you just start rattling off your views of the state of the world and what you know should be done to fix it, without taking a breath  so I can interrupt.

Some of you ask to speak to President Obama!  Right! He is sitting right next to his RED phone with baited breath waiting for you to call.

In the past I have thought of many cute things to say, but sanity prevailed and I just informed you that you need to dial a 1.

I loved the people that call back several times as they just don’t believe me.

The only good thing about this is I always know that some crap has hit the fan in politics!  Some years it is smellier that others.

I figured that at sometime I would have talked to everyone in that area code, but, alas today I got another call.  Hence this epistle.

 

 

To review or not to review

I love to read if I have the time I would read 4,5 or 6 books a week.  Unfortunately my time and lately my eyes tell me that is too many.

Many of the books I read are from Amazon, on my Kindle.  Since I am a full time RV’er I have room to pack the kindle with tons of books.  And yes I know that most RV’ers give and take books from the lending library at the Resorts.

One of my pet peeves is turned down pages on a book and the use of weird things for book marks.  But that is just me!  My kindle is always on the last page I read.

Anyway, my point is, when I read a book my first thought is to review it in my mind.  I leave reviews for writers when they are really good, when the characters jump out at me and leave enough of an impression that I remember their names and the plot of the story.

Recently, I have begun writing again and have a book on Kindle, it is disheartening as a writer to have people read my book and not take the time and effort to write a short review.  I understand that as a new writer I have a lot to learn, and the probability of becoming a best seller is not very high, however everyone has to start somewhere.  I love to create characters give them life, and sometimes let them die, and for a short time I live in their world with them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Trickle Down Theory

The Trickle Down Theory

WORKS!

If you are the Trickleor

If you are the Tricklee

Not So Much!

Dear Son

This letter has been a long time coming, but I think that it is at the right time.  Since I wrote the “Dear Daughter” letter so long ago, this one has been forming in the back of my mind and in my heart.

I see posts on Facebook that you are sometimes depressed and unhappy, and it breaks my heart.  You deserve to be happy!  You were a good child and you are a good man.   What you have become and done with your life makes us so very proud.

You were the happiest baby, and such an easy child to have around.  You were so content playing in your playpen with your toys and the only time you cried was when you were hungry.  You weren’t real happy when kids buried your cars.  You didn’t need to have a great abundance of toys or attention.  You were always able to entertain yourself.

I really tried to help you understand the genes that unfortunately that you got from me.   I know that you struggled with some of them, like anger management.  You did as good handling it, probably more than me most of the time.

We know now that there were a lot of things that you needed and wanted from us and probably we should have known what they were or tried harder to discover them.  The problem with being a parent, as you now know is that there is no manual to help you do the right thing at the right time.  Hindsight has shown us that we missed the mark, sometimes a little and sometimes by a country mile.  For that we are sorry, but as you know “you can’t go back” and there “aren’t any do-overs”, in life.

There are several things that you need to know.

We are so proud of the man you have become!   You have succeeded in the parenting game so much better than we ever did and we are awed with how wonderfully your daughter managed to grow into a wonderful kind, well rounded woman amidst the heartache of divorce at an age that sets the stage for adulthood.   You put everything that you wanted and needed aside to make sure that your daughter had everything that she needed to have the very best start in life.

She loves you so very much and wants you to be happy.  We also love you so very much and also want you to be happy.  You deserve it!  You have made so many people so happy, now it is your turn.

We know that you have overcome many things and your latest hardship was a big one.  You faced it with honor, humility, dignity, and did everything that was asked of you, no matter the cost to you personally.  At the same time you made your daughter your first priority.

We know that you know that we are here for you, and will always be, you just need to ask.

We Love You More

All the jobs I’ve loved and hated before

All the jobs I’ve loved and hated before

In my long young life I have worked at many places some were nice and some were not so nice.

My first job was picking potatoes.  I was only allowed to pick on Saturday and Sunday as Mom wanted one of her kids to graduate from High School.

The pay was peanuts: $.20 a barrel which holds about 3 bushels.  A “section” was about long enough to fill one bushel basket with potatoes.  By the way, the best way to pick the fastest was to stand and bend over at the waist and pick them up one by one using both hands.  I could pick about 20 or 30 barrel a day.  My mother could pick 100 barrels a day.  Amazing woman!   The funniest thing that happened was when one of the pickers put his arm around my Mother to get a little kiss.  He had obviously drunk his lunch or he never would have tried that with her!  She brought her fist up from her waist and laid him out, cold!  No one ever bothered her again.  We didn’t know we were poor.  I loved canned Franco-American Spaghetti cold from the can for lunch more than sandwiches.

We also picked beans and it was harder than potatoes and no more money and it takes a lot more beans to make a bushel than potatoes.

My first real paying job was waitressing!  I was so green and naive and the owner was a really nice guy, but had a cracked sense of humor.  He told me that the Crullers (long round donuts) were called “Male Donuts”.  I called them that until someone took pity on me and explained it to me.  I got a lot of tips because even though I was not a great waitress, I laughed at myself along with them.

Another job was at a new Shoe Store.  My boss told me all about this new shoe that was called “a pound a pair”.  I was fascinated with it and soaked up all the best-selling points.  One day a guy came in and I started telling him all about them, eve had a pair on his feet before he again took pity on me and introduced himself as the owner of the store.  My boss was laughing so hard she nearly wet her pants.  He was impressed though, unfortunately I didn’t get a raise.

I once worked as a waitress for Howard Johnson in South Carolina.  We were supposed to carry everything on a big tray, even if it was a pat of butter!  One day everyone was all in a twitter because the big guy himself was coming in for lunch.  Nobody wanted the honors of waiting on him.  I volunteered and everyone said empathically NO!  I was told to hide in the back room and not to come out under any circumstances!  That job didn’t last long as I was responsible for more broken dishes than the money I earned.  Oh well!  I hated the job and the uniforms!

Now the uniform of the next job was up my alley!  A t-shirt and a pair of little red shorts (I was a lot smaller then) and a pair of rolling skates!  I was a Car Hop if you didn’t guess that already! Girls my age (18) weren’t supposed to serve alcohol so when someone ordered Beer we served it in the plastic cups that milk-shakes were served in.  I got tons of tips and several invitations to go out on the guy’s boats for an ocean cruise.  Now, I am naïve, but not stupid!  Out on a boat on the ocean miles from land with a couple guys and no way to walk home?  I let them tip me real big, but no cruises.

Hey I dated one guy for a couple of weeks, and he seemed nice until two Men in Black Suits knocked on my door with guns under their jackets and nice gold badges in a wallet asked me a lot of questions about that guy.  I spilled my guts!  And the next week I packed up and left town.  My Mother didn’t raise no fools!  Well, I did have two brothers.

I moved to Hartford Conn and went to work for Hartford Fire Insurance as a Keypunch Operator.  What a fun job, setting all day punching holes in cards that the guys across the file cabinets used in the computers?  I put a question behind computers, as they were the very beginning of computers.  My boss used to tell me “A change is as good as a rest” when she pushed something new on me.  This great piece of advice was from a woman that drank her lunch every day.  I lived with two room-mates and that was so much fun.  One of them was such a ditz that the other girl and I helped and encouraged her to get married as fast we could.  The other girl was nice but evidently Mom took such good care of her that she was incompetent at anything that had to do with cleaning.  While I slaved every Saturday washing all my clothes by hand and hung them out to dry and ironed everything she seemed to always be neat and clean for work.  I made the mistake of borrowing one of her blouses and discovered that she never washed anything, when most of her clothes were dirty, she mailed them to her mother, who washed starched and ironed them and mailed them back.  She also failed to get up and get ready for work so many times and we had to pay a taxi that I started to leave her to pay it by herself.

I once got a job even thought my typing skill was minus 10 words a minute!  I got the job because I knew how to set a tab.

Working in the Shoe Shop was an experience that everyone should have! My job was to zig zag the backs of Ice Skates, Bowling Shoes, and Golf shoes on an industrial sewing machine.  I would do about 30 pairs at a time and cut them apart.  I was and am still very fast with my hands and I am ambidextrous.  I wanted a raise from 1 cent a pair to 2 or 3 cents a pair, so when the boss (not the sharpest tool in the shed) came by with his stop watch to time me (supposedly without me noticing) I did a lot of movements and not much work, until he left.  I never got the raise and as a matter of fact, I was escorted to the door and told that they didn’t need me anymore.  There were three very good reasons.  1. I talked up Unions.  2. One of the Supervisors called me out of the bathroom to tell me to get back to work!  I picked him up by the front of his shirt and put him up against the wall with his feet dangling and told him never to call me out of the bathroom again.  3. Another Supervisor thought that we should date and dogged me everywhere. I dodged him but when he got too friendly at work. I told him NEVER to put his hands on me!  Unfortunately for him he attempted it after I saw him put his arms around the girl next to me and fondle her boobs.  I attempted to give him a vasectomy without the anesthetic. If he was slower with his hand I might have accomplished the deed.

When I explained number 3 to the Unemployment Department I was granted full unemployment benefits.

This brings me up to the time I settled down; got married and raised a family! Stay tuned for the next chapter to follow about 20 years later.

Nadar’s Raiders why have you forsaken us?

Nadar’s Raiders why have you forsaken us?

Your dream was only to become President of the US

We wanted you to shine a light on the manufacturer’s short cuts

We needed you to continue making a big fuss

Over their huge profit by using lies and such

You told us what they used to make the shoddy toys

And let everyone know what they were up to

You wouldn’t become one of the good old boys

And helped give some of them the boot and shoe

The advertising of those products on TV

That showed us that they were the best

And the miracles they claimed them to be

Was all smoke and mirrors we could laugh and tee hee!

The soap that didn’t wash like they claimed

The cribs weren’t he safe as they should be

And our children were maimed

We saw what we needed to see

And stopped buying the things they presented

With golden voice or sexy slinking

And stayed with the things that you recommended

We were glad you got us thinking

But there came to you the sirens song

Of gaining the all-important elected office of the President

Maybe you planned to achieve it all along

And we didn’t matter, only your intent

We wish there was someone to take up your staff

And forge ahead with your quest

To make the big guys not take their profit out of our half

And not listen to them and only work on our behalf

Bigger, Stronger and Smarter, but not necessarily in that order!

Recipe for raising children!  At least that was ours.

I’ll give you an example of someone that did not get or understand that concept.

We invited a couple over to our apartment to play cards.

The mother said “We would love to, but our daughter just will not go to bed, she will stand right at our shoulder and annoy all of us”.

“Don’t worry, just have her in her pajamas and I guarantee that she will not fight going to bed for me”.

So the evening arrived and before they got there I went into our bedroom and turned down the bed and sprinkled some “Magic Powder” on our bed and made it up again.

When they arrived, and introduced us to their daughter, I took her aside and asked her to come with me to see the bed that she would go to sleep in. When we got the bedroom I turned down the bed a little and said to her, “I just wanted to show you where you will sleep, but not now, as a matter of fact be careful, because I put some “Magic Powder” in your bed and if you smell it now you will fall instantly asleep.  When you are ready to go to sleep, just tell me that you want to smell the “Magic Powder” and we will come in and you can get into bed.

She was dying of curiosity, and wanted to smell the magic powder, because of course, I wouldn’t let her near the bed.  I played it up real big and told her not even to get too close to the bed.  I told her to come back out in the kitchen with me and only tell me when she really wants to smell the Magic Powder.

She watched us play cards for a while and finally her curiosity got the better of her and she asked me to let her go in the bedroom and smell the Magic Powder.

I did it up big again, and led her into the bedroom and asked again if she was ready to go to sleep, because she would fall asleep in just a few minutes.

She got into the bed and smelled the “Magic Powder” and we talked for a few minutes and sure enough her eyes got heavy and she dropped off.

We had a nice time playing cards and her parents had to carry her out to the car.

I still can’t believe this, but the next day her mother called me and asked “Where can I get some of that “Magic Powder” so I can get her to go to sleep”!

I told her “you dope, it was Baby Powder”!

Are General Physician’s becoming obsolete?

Now let’s think about this! When was the last time that you visited your GP and he/she actually examined you? Never! You are untouchable. You are invisible! Medicine is a corporate business; caring personalities do not enter into it, anymore. In and out in 15 minutes or less, (you can’t even get a good burger that fast) they have to churn out patients by the dozen so that the payments on the yachts are made on time.

Let’s go through a typical GP visit. You are not a new patient, they have your history before them, or at least they could if they cared to read it.

“Hi (looks down at your chart, because he/she doesn’t recognize you) John Doe, “Why did you come to see me, today?” Jeez, I had to tell everyone but my pastor, someone should have passed that on to you!

The cute little person in the adorable scrub outfit took all your vital statistics and asked you again “Why do you need to see the Doctor?”, and when you called for your appointment, several weeks ago, you were grilled by that Oh so nice voice on the phone “Why do you need to see the Doctor?”

Just try to get out of telling her/him specifically why you want an appointment! Not going to happen! I have tried several different tactics to keep my personal information to myself until I see the GREAT AND POWERFUL DOCTOR and to no avail. I finally tell them I need 15 minutes and it is none of your business why or what ails me, it is personal. Unless you have got your medical license you do not need to know.

I know I am a mean bitch, but, if I am only going to get 15 minutes anyway, what does it matter.

Also I am old! I remember the days when you could go see the Doctor in a few hours or at the longest the next day. I also remember when they could actually stitch up a minor wound in their office. If you were injured you went to his/her office and if it were major and needed hospitalization you were sent to the hospital. There were very few “Specialists”.  Sometimes your GP was also your surgeon!

Not so today! You tell them what is wrong and they immediately, well not that soon, send you to a “specialist” or the hospital. Hopefully it isn’t your arm or leg that is hurt, because the hospital will charge you the other two!!! BTW the Specialist usually is not so busy that they can see you within a week. Also they don’t really listen either!

Doctors really do not want you to look up anything on the internet to try to understand about your condition or what the ramifications of any medication that they propose to write a prescription for you to fill at your local pharmacy.  Don’t get me started on pharmaceutical Companies!

I recently became acquainted with Urgent Care! You can get in to see a doctor or a PA in usually the same day. They call you by name and seem to really care about you. Recently I received a call from the PA, a couple of days after my visit to inquire if I was feeling better. When was the last time you got a call from your doctor?

What we need now, is an online virtual doctor that you can talk to and they will listen just like their real life counterparts, and can refer you to a hospital or specialist with specifics on how to reach either one. Doctors will have to become good actors like the “Doctors” on TV selling their Snake Cures. It would save much time, money and aggravation for the patients, and in this fast paced environment it will fit most people’s lifestyle.   Imagine sitting in the comfort of your own home and chatting face to face with your smiling friendly “Doctor”! You probably won’t even notice the difference in the care and concern, it may even be better!

What do think about it? Let me know, I am interested really, please talk to my assistant first and I can give you at least 15 minutes and will almost immediately send you to the proper specialist!

Maine Bed and Breakfast Contest

This is the entry that I would have sent in if I had wanted to own a large Bed and Breakfast in Main for only a 200 word essay and $125.00.

Why would a couple, that have never owned or even worked in a Bed & Breakfast in Maine or anywhere else, want to own one? Well, because it is in our home state! Yes, we were born and raised in Maine.   One thing that we can bring with us is a ghost! That’s right; we have our own personal ghost. My Mother! She always loved my husband, me not so much! But she puts up with me just so she can be near him.  She doesn’t rattle chains or anything gross, but she just might hide things, mostly from us, and she just might make all our flowers bloom and the birds sing.   Everything she planted just flourished and she knew all the bird’s names and they would eat out of her hand.

We have worked for other people when we had to, but the most fun we had was working for ourselves. Long hours and hard labor mean nothing when you love your boss. We have been bossing each other for 53 years, and we don’t see that changing any time soon.

Are we qualified? Of course not! No one in their right mind would tackle something this big. But we have been accused of having more guts than brains; we took it as a compliment.   We are ready willing and able to come back to Maine and play host to all those lovely people who want to have Maine Lobster experience. By the way, Mother is already packed!

Previous Older Entries

%d bloggers like this: