Thursday, October 29, 2020

Did You Know

 Did you know,  as Washington left office he warned against "the baneful effects of the spirit of the party."

OR that a fourteen year old may have found the cure for COVID?

Tuesday, October 27, 2020

It's Tuesday

 Greetings Blogger Buds,

It's turned chilly and wet here, and the leaves have started tumbling down. What's it like there?

Did anyone watch the documentary on Eleanor Roosevelt?  It was fascinating. I had no idea she was such a large figure in civil rights. Did you know at one point the KKK put a bounty on her head? Or that she was our representative when the United Nations was formed? If you haven't seen it and get an opportunity I highly recommend it. I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did.


The eternal garden is getting straggly, but it's holding on. Below is the last bloom of the Iris for the year. Or so I'm assuming:)


Our pans are so old. One belonged to my grandmother and she's been gone a number of years. So, we recently broke down and  bought a new one. It's two and a half quarts and has all kinds of upgrades I didn't realize pans have nowadays. How sad is it to get excited about a pan. I have no life.  

It has---drumroll:

A pour spot.

A filter on the lid.

A steam release on the lid.

And marks off the number of cups on the inside.

I nearly didn't get it because of the handle being the same material as the pan and I thought it would be hot. Note the air holes on each end. It keeps the handle cool. Who'd a thought.

It's the little things:)


We almost had a new fridge, but the delivery crew didn't tie it on and it fell off the dolly in the driveway. I watched as in slow motion it toppled onto the cement on its side. Sigh.



On the writerly front. I've finished GWEN SLADE, BOUNTY HUNTER. It's currently being edited. I'm hoping to release it in December. 📚

So what about you? Got flowers? Got  new cookware lately? Or have a favorite pan? Did you see the Eleanor Roosevelt documentary?

Friday, October 23, 2020

Friday's Great Read


Thank you Sandra for having me – October 23

My pleasure, Balroop.


Book Blurb:

 I wait for whispers; they regale my muse. Whispers that can be heard by our heart, whispers that ride on the breeze to dispel darkness and ignite hope. I’m sure you would hear them through these poems if you read slowly.

‘Magical Whispers’ would transport you to an island of serenity; beseech you to tread softly on the velvety carpet of nature to feel the ethereal beauty around you. The jigsaw of life would melt and merge as you dive into the warmth of words.

 In this book, my poems focus on whispers of Mother Nature, whispers that are subtle but speak louder than words and breathe a quiet message.

Each day reminds us
It’s the symphony of surroundings
That whisper life into us.

Book Information:
Title: Magical Whispers
Author: Balroop Singh
Genre: Poetry
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The day sun descended
With all his fire
To dilute the heat
Even clouds couldn’t peep. 

I watched with a gasp
When an azure pool
Changed its color to gold,
Heat flew like splinters. 

Mother earth endured all.
Breathing quiet messages,
Branches stoop to offer shade
Moments of harmony sway.

Now this pool knows magic
As it changes colors
Passion and serenity meet here
When moon lends its silvery glow.

© Balroop Singh 


Balroop Singh, a former teacher and an educator always had a passion for writing.  She is a poet, a creative non-fiction writer, a relaxed blogger and a doting grandma. She writes about people, emotions and relationships. Her poetry highlights the fact that happiness is not a destination but a chasm to bury agony, anguish, grief, distress and move on! No sea of solitude is so deep that it can drown us. Sometimes aspirations are trampled upon, the boulders of exploitation and discrimination may block your path but those who tread on undeterred are always successful. 

    When turbulences hit, when shadows of life darken, when they come like unseen robbers, with muffled exterior, when they threaten to shatter your dreams, it is better to break free rather than get sucked by the vortex of emotions.

A self-published author, she is the poet of Sublime Shadows of Life ,  Emerging From Shadows, Timeless Echoes   and Moments We Loveall widely acclaimed poetry books. She has also written When Success Eludes, Emotional Truths Of Relationships Read FREE with Kindle Unlimited and Allow Yourself to be a Better Person.

 Balroop Singh has always lived through her heart. She is a great nature lover; she loves to watch birds flying home. The sunsets allure her with their varied hues that they lend to the sky. She can spend endless hours listening to the rustling leaves and the sound of waterfalls. The moonlight streaming through her garden, the flowers, the meadows, the butterflies cast a spell on her. She lives in San Ramon, California.

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Thursday, October 22, 2020

Did You Know

 Did you know, Thomas Jefferson was fascinated by mastodons and believed they still roamed the country, particularly in the West? He asked Lewis and Clark to bring back samples of bones they found from their famous expedition. (I'm assuming this was any unusual, large bones.)

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Wacky Writerly Wednesday


This isn't wacky but I saw it on twitter and thought it was awfully sweet. That horse looks so content.


Tuesday, October 20, 2020

It's Tuesday

 And we voted. Our precinct opened for early voting at 8:00 a.m. October 15.  We were there at 8:00 a.m. These are a few shots of other folks that had the same idea. The line started on the sidewalk, wove down into the parking lot, wrapped around the side of the building and then ended up inside.

 There were over two hundred folks ahead of us. It took us an hour and a half to get to the ballots. When we got to the door, there was a man waiting with hand sanitizer that he sprayed on our hands, then handed us a pen that we were to keep. I noticed that as soon as anyone left a booth it was sanitized. All in all, I thought it was as safe as it could be made.

Over 272,000 North Carolinians voted October 15. Over 100,000 more than the first day in 2016. As of the 17th: 700,600.


Did anyone watch THE WAY I SEE IT, the Peter Souza documentary? For those of you who may not be familiar with him,he's a photojournalist that was the Whitehouse photographer for both the Reagan Presidency and the Obama Presidency.  It was fascinating and insightful.  I highly recommend it. AND If you didn't see it, did you see the town hall debates Saturday Night Live style? Hilarious. What I love about these skits, neither side escapes unscathed. If you haven't seen it and would like to, here's the link.

AND...In the kitchen.

Like orange juice? Peaches? Have you tried a dollop of peach punch in your OJ? It's a nice combination of flavors.

AND...The HH surprised  me with this 'spooky' bowl. I love glass bowls with plastic covers. I prefer glass over plastic, especially if it's heated.  Heating plastics is one of my carcinogen concerns. Does plastic concern anyone else?


AND...The eternal garden pics.

The Iris is still blooming, though I think it's nearing its last hurrah.


 The swallowtails have moved on but these guys are hanging around. They look like monarchs but they are smaller than the ones I'm used to seeing.

Have you voted? Seen the Souza documentary? Still got butterflies?

Thursday, October 15, 2020

Did You Know


Did you know,  John Adams was a big believer in walking off lethargy? "Move or die," he was quoted as saying.

Tuesday, October 13, 2020

It's Tuesday

 How was your weekend and Monday, Blogger Buds?

We got a fun surprise in the mail from the baby girl and SIL. A Halloween care package, and with the exception of the cookies, all things pumpkin. I've been toasting the bread then adding some pb and cream cheese.  It's delish.


Faux Paw posed for a shot. She's still trudging along. At this point, each day she's with us is a good day. She's taken to laying out in the grass, soaking up the last rays of sun in the late afternoon, early evening.


The eternal garden pics.

The Iris is still blooming:)

Whoops. Dropped my hat.


The HH  nudged me toward a flu shot, which I would have gotten eventually:) The HH said he didn't feel his at all and was still waiting for it after he'd received it. So, I decided to get mine where he'd gotten his.  Just let me say, I obviously got a different technician.


The other day I made myself a cup of tea and it was absolutely terrible. The next morning when I went to make coffee, I discovered I'd forgotten to throw out the coffee grounds before I made it.

Had any dur moments lately?

Thursday, October 8, 2020

Did You Know

 Sad fact. Did you know, one in five people can't read? 

One of my greatest joys is reading.  I can't imagine not being able to.

Wednesday, October 7, 2020

IWSG Wednesday


The first Wednesday of every month is officially IWSG day. Members post about their doubts and fears, discuss struggles and triumphs, and offer words of encouragement to others who are struggling.

Thanks, as always, to Alex Cavanaugh, founder and Ninja Captain extraordinaire and our awesome co-hosts.

The IWSG monthly question can be found under the IWSG Sign-up tab on the Insecure Writer's Support Group Blog.  Remember it’s optional.

October  question: When you think of the term working writer, what does that look like to you? What do you think it is supposed to look like? Do you see yourself as a working writer or aspiring or hobbyist, and if latter two, what does that look like?

It comes down to the meaning of the term working writer. I consider myself a writer. Is it a hobby? No. Am I aspiring? Well, I’m always aspiring to improve my writing. So, am I a working writer...I'm still mulling on that. What about you, how do you see yourself? And what is your answer to this question?



September/October reviews:

SWEPT AWAY by Elizabeth Seckman

I was thrilled to get a hard copy of this in the mail. 

Here’s my review.

This story is a solid romance sprinkled with a dusting of paranormal and several dollops of mystery. Tucker Boone, a young man on a search for a half-sister he’s never met meets Josie McCoy, a young woman whose life is laced with mystery. Both are fighting their own demons and find in each other kindred spirits. By the end of the story I found myself on the edge of my seat, turning pages as fast as I could read them as one life-threatening situation after another came hurtling at them. While I trusted the author to have written an HEA, I was getting nervous as I approached the end. All I can say is whew. Well done, Elizabeth Seckman.




This was a recommend from my vet, who I exchange books with.

It’s well written and held my interest. The premise is unusual. A young biologist comes across an unusual  little girl who she befriends. Most of the book has the reader guessing as to whether the child is the alien she claims to be or an abused child trying to protect herself.



I sucked down this trilogy. It’s a wonderful, page turning YA/NA fantasy and is soon to be a Netflix movie. It has a common theme but very well done. A young orphan discovers she has magical powers and finds herself the reluctant heroine designated to save her world.

Sherry Ellis has a recent release.

An ancient Mayan civilization!

That's what Bubba and Squirt find when they travel through the mysterious vortex for another wild adventure. There they meet archeologists who are unearthing priceless artifacts.

But someone is stealing them. And an encounter with the Tate Duende awakens magic within Bubba. Throw in the mysterious Alux and a new discovery and things get sticky.

Will Bubba and Squirt solve the mystery, or will they be stuck forever in the jungles of Belize?