Hey all y’all -
If you came here jonesing* for something to add to your TBR list and you haven’t read Monday May 23rd post about The Butterfly’s Daughter by Mary Alice Monroe, blog post entitled ‘A yes, a journey, millions of butterflies, JOY’ read that instead. Or if you missed Wednesday May 11 about Bridget Asher’s wonderful book, The Pretend Wife, blog post entitled ‘New insight about why I don't feel at home; thanks to Bridget Asher,’ go there.
(*yes, I’m old enough to say jonesing)
Anyone still here?
So, my grandkids are growing and developing personalities that I like. They’re chock full of funniness and brimming with good ideas. My thirteen year old granddaughter recently gave me a great idea. In Hungry Ghosts, the dead mother ghost died of lung cancer. As a ghost, she looks like a person only white air instead of flesh. My granddaughter suggested that I make her black diseased lungs visible. Isn’t that brilliant and spooky? I’m going to do that.
I’m heading for a few days out of my element, y’all. I’m going to another part of Kentucky to take care of a sick aunt while all the other aunts and the one uncle (on that side) attend a wedding. I’m hoping it will be one of those trips that jar things loose and enhance my writing.
And at the place where I’m heading there is a pool in the back yard. I can do my pool walk / jog daily without going to the gym. Yay!
I didn’t realize before I started blogging, that bloggers are a community. There is a community that comes with being a regular commenter on a blog, true. But there is also community amongst bloggers. I have my cyber cronies listed and everytime one of them puts up a new blog, it comes up on my blog and I can go visit with them and have a conversation amongst the commenters. And vice versa. It’s lovely.
Well, that’s all for now. There is a yummy piece of fudge calling my name.