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Great day to go walking.

     So I didn’t win any money on the scratch-off ticket I bought yesterday.  It didn’t mean it was a bad day.  In fact it was a good day.

     The weather was lovely.  G and I went for our walk in the Rose Gardens park.  This time we did the whole trail and used each exercise station except for one that was occupied at the time.

     When we finished, we both remarked as to how good we felt.  The entire walk took us a little over half an hour.  We plan to do it again two more times this week.  We’d like to get a small group together to do these walks with us.

     We do hope to work out an exercise plan that will take us through all the parks in the city this spring and summer.  We may do a week at one then a week at another.  We’re not quite sure.   We need to factor in a few things like what do we do when the weather is bad?  What if someone is sick?  If we’re running late getting there,  do we call the other members of the group?

Was that an earthquake?

     My built-in Bullie earthquakes regularly move the stuff in my curio cabinet.  It’s reached the point where I have actually taken that sticky stuff you find on credit cards and things they send you in the mail and put it on the bottom of a few of my knickknacks to keep them in place.

     It sort of works.  However, when I go to dust I have to pull it off the bottoms so I can move the things. 

     The curio cabinet’s glass is also in constant danger.  Have you ever seen a Bull Terrier prance about with a large bone in her moth, whipping her head from side to side in a victory dance?  “Whee, I stole my brother’s bone!”

     Have you ever watched a Bull Terrier hucklebutt and nearly brain himself on a glass door? 

     If you haven’t, you haven’t lived with one.

     You all have a good one!

Keep your eyes on your goals

     Even though I hadn’t done much writing since August, it didn’t mean that I wasn’t champing at the bit to do so.  The words just weren’t coming.  I do believe the dam has developed a crack.

     I finished a chapter the other day and I am at present working on another.  I won’t jinx it by saying that I’m writing again.  Let’s just say, I am working on writing again.  My goal is to get back into a groove where I am writing at least several hundred words a day.

     The goal after that is to get back up to a thousand or more words a day and then the next goal is to finish the friggin’ books that have been staring at me for months at a time!!! 

     Wow, I have goals again!

     You all have a good one and keep your eyes on your goals.  It’s all one step at a time.

Walking again was wonderful!

     G and I went for our walk at the Rose Gardens park yesterday.  They’ve put in new exercise stations along the path.  We had great fun trying them out.  Since this was my first walk in the new shoes, we walked half the park only.  There’s no need to begin this walking for better health project with blisters or very sore muscles.

     Weather permitting, we plan to do this at least once a week.  We had fun, we got in our walk, and we did some bonus exercises at the stations.

     Next time we’ll add the south half of the park to our walk.  I’m looking forward to checking out the exercise stations over there.  None of them so far were difficult and all were rather fun.

     You all have a good one!

When I was a child…

     I loved to take things apart to see how they worked.  Under no circumstances was that ever encouraged.  I was scolded or punished when caught.  I was a girl!  Girls don’t do that!  They would give me another Barbie doll or some such thing.  I hated Barbie dolls.   For Pete’s sake would it have killed them to give me an Erector set?

     Had I been a boy, I probably would’ve been encouraged for having such curiosity.

     If you’re punished and scolded enough you stop doing those things that brought the world down upon your head.   As fascinating as mechanical things were to me, I quit exploring their internal workings.

     If I’d been encouraged, sent to classes for this, who knows what wonders I would have brought forth?

If you have a daughter, never tell her she can’t do something amazing.  I might have done something spectacular with a little encouragement and support.

     You all have a good one!

A long day worrying about Mr. Gavin

      Early yesterday morning I drove Gavin over to the Vet’s office.  He was going in for X-rays and tests to see if he has stones in his kidneys or bladder.  Of course I’d stayed up all night since that’s the only way I would’ve made it over to the office at eight in the morning.

      I was so wired when I got home that I didn’t fall asleep until after ten-thirty.  I barely remember The Curmudgeon coming into the room and telling me that he was going to drive over and get Gavin.  That was somewhere around two in the afternoon. Yeah, I was that out of it.

     The good news is, no stones.  The bad news is, the vet has no idea what is going on with Gavin–why when he runs the urine tests there is blood showing.  Something we’ll be puzzling over for a while I guess.  Gavin shows no signs of being the least bit ill.  We’ll keep an eye on him though.

      You all have a good one!

Flowers!

      I knew I had to get outside with the camera today before the crocus croaked.  These are the first ones that have opened.  If you look closely at the daffodils beside them, you’ll see buds!  Won’t be long and they will be blooming too.

These days, I want a luxury hotel…

      I couldn’t tell you what year it was, but it was in the early 1960’s.  We lived on Elmendorf Air Force Base near Anchorage Alaska.  Summers we went to King’s Lake and stayed at an old homestead cabin for a few weeks.  We also spent another week or two at the church camp across the lake.

      The homestead cabin had no running water except for what you could pump using the old hand pump.  No toilets, you had to walk back to the outhouse and watch out for bears and other wild critters on the way.  The stove, an old wood burner, made for some interesting meals.

     When our paternal Grandfather came for a visit, I think he really enjoyed ‘roughing it’ at the lake. That’s him in the pictures.

Yay, flowers are starting!

Stranger than fiction?

      The difference between fiction and reality is that fiction has to make sense.  ~Tom Clancy~

      Reality is often a strange place to live.  I’ve heard true stories and seen things that I wouldn’t dare put in my fiction writing because no one would believe it. 

      The way my mind works, I have to bounce things off The Curmudgeon to see if he thinks it is believable.  He makes for a great technical adviser but sometimes his imagination is a tad lacking and I have to ask others their opinions.

     Having a wild imagination isn’t always good for a writer.  Fiction that doesn’t sound real enough will put off a reader faster than a skunk’s butt backing up to him/her.  It has to be believable enough to suspend disbelief.

     Thus, even real situations that sound too fantastic to believe will lose readers.  They must always make sense if only in terms of making sense for the story.

When the new MP3 player arrives…

     The Sansa Clip gets the sledge-hammer.   I’m not playing with it any more.  I have done everything possible and nothing has worked.  Even with a new card in it I couldn’t get it to accept any music.   I think the people at the support desk were taking bets on how many times I’d call before I killed it.

     I ordered another MP3 player.  I hope my new Coby MP3 player does everything it claims to do. 

     You know how my luck runs when it comes to electronics, it’s pure unadulterated CRAP.

     According to the tracking, my Coby arrives Tuesday.  Minutes after I open the package, My Sansa Clip will meet HAMMER TIME!

      You all have a good one.

Picture day because I’m lazy

Elk antlers…nom nom nommy!!!!  Happy pups!