Dear Friend,
Has it really been a few weeks since I last posted? So much has changed, and so much hasn’t.
My brothers buried our mom next to our dad on the 18th in Madison, Wisconsin. Although I was unable to attend, I did get to watch the ceremony. Mom didn’t want anything fancy and didn’t want any fuss so it was short and sweet, just like her.
Coming to grips with that fact, I am slowly getting used to not calling her every day and not looking for her favorite shows that might be on. Although I do catch myself doing that off and on. I’m sure that, with time, this part of me will settle into a new norm.
I was privileged to be selected to beta test a new feature for an online program I use regularly. I can’t say anything about what it is, but I do like it. And like any new program, there are a few tweaks to be made. As soon as I can give you more information, I will.
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And Christmas movies are exactly what we need around
here. As I write this at approximately 10:30 this morning, it is already 87˚F out there with a heat index of 95˚F, and we are expecting around 100˚F
this weekend. Hey! We do what we can to stay cool, even if it’s only a state of
mind.
I attended the best play yesterday at our little community theater with my granddaughter Makenna and friends Carlotta and Amy. It was The Lion King Jr., and I would say 95% of the cast included kids ranging from 5 to 17. It was the best show I’ve seen there so far. The fire alarm went off, and the kids just didn’t panic. The stage manager came down and said that everything was fine, and that the interrupted scene would start over. The cast was great and started it over as if nothing had happened.
Also, over the past few weeks I’ve attended a couple of colonial craft classes at our local library. They were fun, and it’s always nice to just sit and relax somewhere other than at home.
Chapter Chat Book Club meets tonight, and with this heat, I’m not 100% positive I’m going to attend. The book I’m reading is from 8th grade that I’ve had on my shelf over the years. April Morning takes place during the Revolutionary War and is by Howard Fast. It’s a short and easy read, except with these 72-year-old eyes, the yellowed and browned pages make it a bit difficult, even in the best light. If I finish it, I may venture out in the heat and attend the meeting.
That’s about it for the past several weeks, and time for me to get back to writing. I can never thank you enough for continuing to read these snippets into my life as an author. I hope I have not bored you too much with them. 😊 After all, other people's lives are never as glamorous as we may think.
May your ereader or bookshelf overflow with delightful books to read!
Maxine
