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Caves and tree roots to climb through, steep slides to drop down at "a million miles an hour."
I live in St. Louis, MO, but my heart and soul hang out at the beach. I am a multi-genre, award winning writer, and speaker. I am a seasoned pre-k teacher, on line writing instructor, wife, mother, Nana to thirteen. Hopefully, something I say will make you smile, further your writing career, or inspire you to write from the heart, too. billin7@yahoo.com.
I just wrote a true story about how my mood is affected by my mane. When I need a color or cut I get cranky. These days my color is fading faster than my desire for veggies. Give me Bryer's Chocolate Ice Cream with Truffles.
So today I stopped in Great Clips for a hair cut because I was irritated by my bangs falling in my eyes. I told the hairdresser the last time I was there, the other beautician thinned the back of my hair.
She said, "That makes it look fuzzy."
I said, "I don't care. I'd rather have frizzy than bushy." She replied, "NOT ME!"
She was quickly getting on my last nerve when a couple walked in. He sat in the next chair. The hairdresser asked him what he wanted. He replied, "Cut it short. All over!"
His female companion shouted, "NO! Leave his sideburns. That's the only part I like about his hair."
I wonder if Taylor and Travis will ever get to that point?
My mood has changed immensely, and I like my new do... even the little frizzy in back.
The 4th of July blast seemed like a bust. The weather canceled lots of celebrations, events, and fireworks. Overall, I think the climate and world situation felt like a pall hanging over the nation. Not many folks displayed flags or sported patriotic tee shirts. Picnics and parades got rained or flooded out.
We went to see the baby, an hour away. A thunderstorm darkened the sky, lightning crackled and thunder boomed. Sixty m.p.h. wind zoomed the patio furniture across the deck as easlily as Jackson tossing a small toy. Thankfully it passed over soon.
Then the phone calls started coming. Our neighbors called to announce a loud boom resonated from our back yard. There is a transformer on a pole behind our house. Out of power was the message from all callers. Power restoration: undetermined.
We returned home in the evening. No electricity. No trees downed. We have powerful room illuminating flash lights. But it was HOT, too hot to sleep. How did we ever do it without air conditioning in our early years?
We couldn't watch the Capitol Patriotic Fourth music and events on TV. I couldn't finish writing an article I needed to. As much as I get aggravated with and swear at my computer, even sweet talk didn't make it flicker. And my phone slowly croaked.
Bill harrumphed at the fridge and said, "I'm just going to sit and rest in the livingroom." He went to his power recliner, which he had left in the vertical upright lift position. "Guess I learned a lesson!" he said when he could not sit in his most comfy easy in and out chair.
We lost electricity, a refrigerator full of food, and almost our minds because we are dependent upon our "necessities." We were inconveinenced for 24 hours. I am so thankful for our many blessings.
My heart breaks for people across the world who deal with war and disasters daily. It upsets me to hear, "God bless the USA." Why can't we say, God bless us one and all?!
Long after the sun goes down on us...I hope they will remember fun times with Nana and Grandpa.
I’m so honored to have my story in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Care for the Caregiver. From someone who’s been there, I know caring for someone with dementia can be overwhelming, but these stories provide comfort, practical advice, and comic relief because self-care isn’t selfish, it’s essential.
Release date is June 23rd and books are available on line and anywhere books are sold.I was a regular caregiver for my parents as they aged. Thankfully they lived nearby and I saw them almost everyday.
My story is about caring for my stepdad after Mom passed away. Pops thought a meal was peanut butter smeared on saltine crackers and a handful of M&Ms.
My story details my experiences of having to make a difficult decision. M&Ms played a part in this story.
Interested in winning a copy? If you are within the United States I will put your name in for a drawing and if it is yours, I will send you a copy of the book. Note, If you cannot reply on this blog, visit my facebook page, say you want to be in the drawing, and I will combine all names (from the blog and the FB page) draw one, and mail the winner. Thank you for your support.