November 16, 2011
I travel a lot and I always sit in a window seat. I am a confirmed window gazer.
Not too long ago during approach into Baltimore on a beautiful clear autumn day, I got an eagle’s view of the fall foliage colors. And yet, the thing that impressed me most from that high place was not the oranges, or the reds, or the goldens. No, oddly, it was the evergreens.
From my view out the window I could clearly see the way the wind blows. How the seeds of pines and other evergreens grow stands, that reach like fingers down from the tops of mountains. The greens on that autumn day impressed me.
And made me think of this winter song entitled “Green” by Peter Mayer, one of my favorite singer-songwriters. Here’s a YouTube link, because I’m too dumb to get my blog to embed the video. 🙁
November 14, 2011
No, not a transvestite. Not that kind of tranny.
I’m talking about the transmission for a 1982 Fiat Spyder Convertible.
This is the price you pay for marrying a Georgia boy who is also a shade tree mechanic. The tranny has been sitting in my kitchen for at least nine months. There is a radiator in the downstairs den, and a floorboard in my husband’s office.
When I married this man 34 years ago, he moved into my one bedroom apartment and stashed Triumph Spitfire parts in the walk-in closet. For some women the reality of marriage hits when they discover that their husbands don’t put the cap on the toothpaste. For me — it’s grease in the kitchen sink, and I’m not talking about vegetable oil.
Good thing there are fringe benefits.
November 11, 2011
I’ve been working on Last Chance Christmas, and yesterday I ran into a snag.
My hero and heroine needed to go on a date and it had to be holiday themed. Also, I wanted to inject a little humor into the story, because the book has been far more emotional that I had originally planned. So I wracked my brain for fun Christmassy things that my hero and heroine could do, and every idea sounded like something right from the Hallmark Channel.
Don’t get me wrong, I like Hallmark, but I wanted something funny not sweet. The book is filled with sweet, poignant moments. I needed a few belly laughs.
