Monday, November 24, 2008

Monday, Monday

Anybody remember that old tune? I can't remember the artist, but the first few notes stick in the mind.
Rainy, today. Glad it's not snow and hope it doesn't turn to snow. Even grandson has said he hopes it doesn't snow anymore. And he wanted it to, at first!
Need to get out and do some errands instead of procrastinating at the computer. Not even writing on what I need to write.
New phone line filters supposed to arrive today. I noticed when installed new modem and had most of phones unplugged computers were faster. Guess bad filters were causing errors on the line. So hopefully new filters will allow phones and fast computing.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Cauliflower ear

My left ear should be flat as a pancake. Spent more than two hours on the phone with tech support getting new DSL modem set up. Old one was going bad. Seems all my line filters had gone bad also, which causes errors on line and unstable connection. They're sending new ones. Ah, the joys of modern technology.

Now waiting for plumber to come and replace two water faucets. Both have been leaking for sometime but got worse, I dread to see my next water bill. Ah, the joys of home ownership.

But I am thankful for the blessings of surfing the world via Internet and having running hot and cold water. Among many more blessings, totally undeserved on my part, that God has graciously given me. Not least of which are friends. I do believe I would forego the Internet, with sobs, of course, and hot and cold water even, before friends.

Comment form has been reset, if any reader cares to comment on this syrupy post. I didn't realize what the comment setting was on.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008


Winter has finally come to East Tennessee with a vengeance. Brr, have to leave a warm house first thing when I get up to take my husband's dog out. Upper elevations have gotten snow but us at lower elevations only got a few flakes. For which I'm glad myself. Grandson wants to see more snow. He'll change his mind when he gets a job. Not having to drive to work in snow and ice was and is one of THE best parts of retirement.

Thursday, November 13, 2008


I received this picture of a road from two sisters-in-law along with several other striking road pictures. This is my favorite. I love roads, even named my memoir 'Eight Miles of Muddy Road' (blatant self-promotion!) The book can be ordered from moi, with new cover, left; through Amazon, with original cover, or any brick and mortar bookstore, also original cover. I wrote and self-published it just to see if I could do it. I really consider myself a mystery writer and have a full-length mystery novel about ready to submit. Several of my mystery stories can be read online, at the ezine sites where they are archived. Links to these sites can be found on my website,

Me, myself and I

Yet another one. Blog, that is! I always spread myself too thin. Maybe it's because I've reached the age that I know life is finite and I better make the most of what I have left! I have too many interests and my mind clamors to explore them all. I'm almost envious of those people who are obsessed with one thing and devote their lives to it. They accomplish more than I seem to, in their chosen field of obsession, but then what if something happens and they can't do it any longer? If they are unable to switch to something else, life is to all intents and purposes, over for them. I've always seemed to 'march to a different drummer' which puts me out of step with many people. It was a happy day for me when I hooked up with several writers' groups. By definition most writers seem to march to a different drummer. Being crazy helps, too. Why else would we, as my blog question asks, keep pounding our heads against a wall in our attempts to snare a publisher for our deathless prose?