This is turning into a crazy week. I’m trying not to lose track of when I’m babysitting, when company is coming, and most important, when to get the turkey out to thaw. I did get the outdoor Christmas lights put up, the garage cleaned out, and ordered some birthday and Christmas presents, so I’m not too far behind.
My hives are fading, which is a good sign. I’d hate for them to be a permanent part of the landscape. My skin has already turned into the road map of my life, every field I raked hay in, every bunch of cattle I moved on horseback or four-wheeler, every garden I planted – all without wearing a hat or sunscreen – are recorded in these wrinkles. They say ‘what you don’t know won’t kill you’ – but sometimes that’s not true.
My daughter said once that I earned those wrinkles. That I believe, but it doesn’t mean that I want those wrinkles. I’m going on the theory that they give me character. I sure must be a character! Wrinkles are not something I’m going to spend money on, but I am going to try and convince the doctor to suck out all the fat while he’s fixing my hernia! I mean, why not? He’s going to be in there, and it has to be in the way of getting a good view of things. I also want everything fixed or looked at while he’s there, the gallbladder and appendix especially. My dad had to have both of those out.
We’ve come to the conclusion that my book “Rhyaden” is Middle Grade rather than Young Adult. Of course, my hope is that everyone will want to read it, but Middle Grade will be the primary focus as I search for representation, or publish it myself. That has yet to be decided as we polish the finishing touches.
and so it goes…