March 2021

 

This year has flown by so quickly. I’ve managed to do some writing but still struggling with balancing what little time I can get with so many other demands. 

For one thing, arthritis has destroyed my wrists. I need surgery. I love knitting and crocheting, but that and typing are starting to wear on me, and my specialist has sent me for tests out the wazoo. Waiting to make the decision about what’s next.  

Meanwhile, we’ve had to do a bunch of house repairs and our washer died. I really liked the one I picked. Hope it performs as well as they say it does. 

Top of the Line Kenmore. Love the lid, and it has an agitator, which I prefer and which is getting popular again. 

Another trip to one our favorite haunts was in order, so we headed over to Jedediah Smith River and took a few pictures. It still makes us want to pinch ourselves at being able to live here. 

We'd had some storms and the river was high! Beautiful with lingering fog and scattered clouds.

My outside flowers are starting to wake up, but I LOVE what my inside ones have given me. I have two orchids, and both are in full bloom. What a joyful thing to realize that this person, me, who has no idea how to garden or grow things, has managed to meet the needs of dozens of flowers, trees, and bushes and enjoyed how my garden grows. 

White Orchid, small plant and small blossoms.

Purple orchid I rescued from Grocery Outlet. Has she rewarded me. Big plant, huge blossoms.

 

I’ve also learned some new ways to plan meals. So glad for the Covid rest-from-reality time to work on it. I have a very particular, picky diet, so I have to plan and plan and plan for meals. I use the “Paprika” program for accessing my recipes on my devices, and I absolutely adore my Instant Pot pressure cooker. Ever used either of them? I recommend them. It will save you a ton of work, especially if you work during the day and want to come home to either an easy meal to toss in the Instant Pot (and there are other brands that are good, too), or set the Pot to slow cook. Either way it is so great. And no, I don’t work for either Paprika or Instant Pot, I don’t have any financial connection to them, and they haven’t paid me to advertise for them. The picture of my Pot is with a soup of my own I’d created, and it was great.

Yum Yum! Took about 30 minutes start to finish, and we loved it.

 

December 2020

 

It was a hellacious year, wasn’t it? I hated the vast majority of it.

 

BUT.  I also discovered a lot of good from it, and that was a life lesson for me that I want to share. I believe that for every storm cloud there is lifegiving rain—and sunshine just around the corner. I believe that for every bump in the road, there are things to see that we’d miss if we traveled too fast. I believe that when we have to change everything we’re doing, especially for a good reason, that we learn patience, appreciate what we have and those around us, and when disaster does strike, that we learn to both reach out and to accept help when we need it. When I had quiet time, I wrote. As much as I could write. Sometimes it was just in my journal, but sometimes I was working on the sequel to my Unchained Dragon book. The journal was soul lifting.

 We had two new grand-babies born, a boy and a girl, and a new great-niece. So fun! We won’t get to meet them in person in the near future because of travel restrictions and mom-and-dad-fears about Covid, but we love Face-Timing and love all the pictures the parents of our multitude of grandchildren post on Facebook. 

 I focused on losing weight, a proposition that has been undermined a million times by travel, eating out, holidays and special events, etc. I’ve lost 45 lbs and feel so much better!

 We also took the time to take care of ourselves in other ways. We got cataract surgeries done. We gardened—oh, the flowers were gorgeous this year!

Voodoo Fuchsias. So beautiful!

I still haven't figured out what it is, but I love it.

My Immortality Irises finally bloomed.

And I spent time crocheting blankets, hats, and booties for the new granddaughter and the great-niece. I took other gifts to the new grandson when I visited, so he didn’t get a blanket—it was July. He didn’t need a blanket. 

Same outfit, different lighting. This is one of the two sets I made. Proud of my work.

 The puppy didn’t work out. Or maybe, fairly, we didn’t work out for him; but God gave us a wonderful family who took him to a big home on an acre of property, a heap of grandchildren to play with and wear him out, and so much love that he’ll never want for anything. 

Love you, Toby, but you're too much dog for us. LOL.

We got another dog. Her name is Charlotte, and not only has she been a completely different sort of dog, my father is in love with her. He constantly pets her and hugs her and kisses her (and sneaks food to her under the table), telling her over and over that she’s a beautiful baby, a beautiful girl. She loves all of us, but actually attached more to me. Funny. We’ve had a number of dogs in our marriage and most were supposed to be mine and they attached to Richard. This pooch was to replace the dog Richard has always wanted--and she took to me! She's a character and loves to play catch. She'll wear out your arm before you ever wear her out. See, a silver lining in every cloud.

Our new Charlotte. Just about my size.

We had family for Thanksgiving, and we didn’t care what restrictions were out there. The family members were tested and we didn’t have hardly any Covid in our community, so we weren’t worried. And we had a great time. 

We love touring our forests, and thankfully some of the hiking trails were open. We enjoyed them all over again, which is real common for us every time we get the chance to go, but taking our daughter and family with us made it that much more wonderful. Add to that beach time and Thanksgiving dinner, and we had so much fun. 

Most of us at the table

Beautiful shot of the redwood forest

Grandsons are adorable, aren't they?

June 2020

Covid hit. Did it knock you off your feet like it did millions of us around the world? I'd been watching it before it became "the thing" and was shocked that no one seemed that concerned about it. In January, a cute little bride and her brand-new husband were on the British Cruise Ship Diamond Princess that was stranded outside Yokohama, Japan and couldn't come to port because the ship carried passengers and crew with Covid. Poor things were there so long they hardly had food to eat, and she got the plague! Thankfully she and her husband survived the disaster and made it home.
We are high risk in our household, so we took great care. I'm a retired nurse, and a lot of what I saw happening had me upset. We had a go-getter President that some people liked and others didn't, but I didn’t like the way politics got in the way of sensible management of a terrible disease that we didn't yet understand. Anyone else agree? I'll keep my opinions to myself, because the point of my blog is to share my books with my readership, but I have no doubt that many of you already know what I believe and why. 
For me, writing was dumped into a corner when we all got sent home to “hunker down”. I know some of my fellow writers went to town on it, but I have two special problems. Some of you may have the same challenges in your life, so I'll be honest. I have ADD and have to have quiet and minimal interruption to both write well and receive the inspiration that gives me something to write. My husband, who has ADHD, was going nuts with being off work and trapped at home. That meant he was driving ME nuts. LOL. And it meant that I had little opportunity to write and chose not to get too upset about it. 
Beyond that, my writing group shut down. We live in an area that is small and quaint, and while I know that all of my fellow writers in the group are capable online, they don't like it, so we didn't even work that way. Not having much feedback meant I could write all day and all night and still not have anyone to run my work past.
Now add to that my husband's insistence on doing what thousands and thousands of people all across the country were doing because of boredom  and I had a fine pickle to face. He wanted a puppy. Really? Awe, come on. So, we got a puppy. And he's a handful. A cute little stink, but he’s a handful.
In July I have a grand baby due, so I flew to my daughter’s home to help. That was a great way to let my husband take care of the puppy he just dreamed about and me not having to get clawed, bit, chewed on, jumped on and frustrated to death. In the long run, it wasn't a good decision, but such is life. 

 

At least we got the fence replaced that a small tornado took down and my flowerbeds started taking off! I’d been wanting to get that underway for some time. It just meant traveling everywhere and doing everything with a mask on, avoiding people as much as possible, and using a ton of alcohol rub. Sound familiar? I bet so!

Ending the year! November and December 2019