Okay, maybe not the high seas, but how about a high mountain?
A few days ago I was the guest author at a book club. All these ladies, save one, drove what my granny would have called "a fer piece" to get there.
You see, one of their members moved here a few years ago. I spoke at an event, she heard me, bought a book or two and loaned one of those books to the president of the book club she had belonged to when she lived south of Atlanta.
Madam President like the book, suggested to the book club I might be a good candidate to speak at their book club, and they all agreed. Plus, they could come to their friend's house that sets on the river, eat some good food, buy some apples, and have a jolly good time.
I was honored and happily agreed. Since I haven't been released by the doctor to drive yet, Husband had the honors of driving. Luckily, the hostess had a husband and the men folk entertained each other during lunch.
Let me back up a little. There was a car load of folks and I believe a van load. The van followed the car. Well, they were supposed to. The trip is already two and a half hours. The van full of women looked up around Ringgold and figured something might be a little wrong. Well, yes. There certainly was.
Someone finally answered their cell phone and our hostess told them to exit in Ringgold, go to Dalton and come to Ellijay that way. Her husband would meet them at the Dairy Queen - after waiting forever at CVS, hauling the first load of women in, and taking back off to wait some more.
When the ladies finally arrived, they explained how they missed the turn to Hwy. # 575. A. They were talking and didn't see their friends exit. B. They were talking and didn't like the GPS voice interrupting, so they turned it off. C. They were talking and forgot to turn their cell phones on.
Did I mention when all these ladies got out of the car, they were all blondes, down to the last hair?
Anyway, we had a great time, I sold a bunch of books and we laughed like crazy.
Thank you, ladies.
Blondes, unite!
Husband has been working hard in the yard planting Iris, Day Lily, Daffodil and Hyacinth bulbs for spring.
Of course, the planting was the easy part. First, we had to have more dirt hauled in. Then rich dirt mixed in with the good old red Georgia clay that won't grow squat. After that, holes dug. The easy part has been the actual planting of the bulbs.
Frankly, I'm exhausted by all the supervision.
Fall is finally in the air. our dogwoods are beginning to turn. I was afraid all the leaves were going to just fall off. Now if we can get a few days of good, steady rain, the leaves will be wonderfully colored.
I changed sheets on the bed yesterday, and this time Husband wanted flannel put on. He's in the mood for some cold weather.
The Apple Festival is in town, so we hear. We have enough sense not to find out for ourselves. I just hope there's parking for church tomorrow.
Dawgs lost. And from what my exploding Facebook page says, they handed the other team the win.
Husband listened to the game while he planted bulbs. I hope they don't grow straight down and sideways because he got excited and/or disgusted.
Did you see where Denver went from 83 degrees to 19 degrees in 24 hours and got a foot of snow? Mother Nature is really wacky. I want cooler weather, and you know I want snow soon, but not in a fast forward motion. Those folks must have been freezing to death! We need a smooth transition for some snow. Say, in six weeks. Yeah.
Speaking of snow, it's almost as delicate to discuss with people as politics. Some hate snow, some love it. One has to be careful about enthusiasm or one will get conked on the head.
One of my friends says I have a "snow affliction". I guess I do.
Better than some afflictions, I reckon.
Thanks for reading!
Last Friday, a bright, hot October afternoon, I finished one million trips to physical therapy.
Okay, maybe it wasn't really one million, but close.
It helped a lot, I ain't complaining. I'm not back as "good" as I was, but my brain is functioning better as much of the pain has gone away.
Now, if I can start driving again, Husband will be as happy as I. It's really cramped my style, not driving. And I know he's sick and tired of being my driver. I haven't driven since the first of February.
Little by little, he's regained some of his own freedom, which has caused a bit of anxiety with each step. Not walking me all the way to the pool for physical therapy, but rather staying in the waiting room was scary at first. What if I fell? But I did not.
Staying out of the bathroom while I get in and out of the shower. What if I fell? But I have not.
It's sort of like letting your toddler go for the first time. Except they are more confident that I am.
I'm back with some of my activities, including church. Routine has become more, well, routine again.
I've thought of hundreds of topics to blog about, but wrote none of them down. I will start jotting down notes again.
I'm going to be the guest author next week at a book club, and the next week a reader at a school's family night. I started back writing on the novel I was working on before all heck broke loose.
So, there is life after a herniated disc + blood sepsis + reaction to antibiotics.
If you are having a rough time right now, hang in there. I may have "missed" spring, but it looks like I may get to enjoy fall.
A new season always brings hope, no?
