I'm a contrary old cuss about some things. (You probably didn't hear that here first.) It's a Lael trait to be contrary, after all.
Years ago, when it was a cutting edge deal (pun intended), I had laser surgery on the old eyeballs. I traveled all the way to Toronto to have one eye done, waited six months, and went back for the other one, wearing a single contact in the interim. There was no pain involved, unless you count the stabs to my pocketbook, and each eye only took about a minute to do. As soon as the technique had been performed, I could see like a young eagle.
Expensive as it was, I got my money's worth.
Yesterday, I went to the eye doctor, having suspected for a while that I need glasses, and not just the ones from Walgreen's that I wear when I read. Sure enough, I was right. I resisted this for so long, but now, being a Lael, I can hardly WAIT to get those glasses, and it bugs the heck out of me that I have to wait 7-10 days.
Go figure. I told you I was contrary.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Notes on a Weekend
The weather is sunny and beautiful here in Spokane, if a little too hot. (Coming from a former Arizonan like me, that's saying something!)
I signed at the Borders in Coeur d'Alene, ID on Saturday. I saw my friends, Dave and Sue, and we had an interesting conversation, as always. AND there was an added gift--Cheri came! Cheri and I were good friends, years and years ago, when I lived in Bremerton. Our daughters went to the same dance school, and that was how we met. Both of us poor as churchmice at the time, we haunted the Bremerton library and brought home stacks of books. We'd often recommend a particularly good one to each other. We devoured Taylor Caldwell's epic novels, also Velda Johnston, Naomi Hintze, and others whose names I don't see anymore. Now, Cheri lives right here in Spokane, and we're planning lunch so we can get caught up on all the inbetween years.
On a sadder note, my dear friends, Sam and Janet Smith, lost a beloved dog, a boxer named Thor, to prostate cancer. My heart goes out to them.
The horses are thriving, out there in their new pasture, their coats washed in sunlight.
Living and dying. A time to hold, and a time to let go. I had to say good-bye to my favorite cowboy, but there are new babies in the family. Some days, it's all you can do to put one boot in front of the other. Others, you skip down that trail. Far as this cowgirl can tell, it's all about showing up.
I signed at the Borders in Coeur d'Alene, ID on Saturday. I saw my friends, Dave and Sue, and we had an interesting conversation, as always. AND there was an added gift--Cheri came! Cheri and I were good friends, years and years ago, when I lived in Bremerton. Our daughters went to the same dance school, and that was how we met. Both of us poor as churchmice at the time, we haunted the Bremerton library and brought home stacks of books. We'd often recommend a particularly good one to each other. We devoured Taylor Caldwell's epic novels, also Velda Johnston, Naomi Hintze, and others whose names I don't see anymore. Now, Cheri lives right here in Spokane, and we're planning lunch so we can get caught up on all the inbetween years.
On a sadder note, my dear friends, Sam and Janet Smith, lost a beloved dog, a boxer named Thor, to prostate cancer. My heart goes out to them.
The horses are thriving, out there in their new pasture, their coats washed in sunlight.
Living and dying. A time to hold, and a time to let go. I had to say good-bye to my favorite cowboy, but there are new babies in the family. Some days, it's all you can do to put one boot in front of the other. Others, you skip down that trail. Far as this cowgirl can tell, it's all about showing up.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Coeur d'Alene Book Signing
For those of you who live in the Spokane/Coeur d'Alene area, I will be doing a signing at Borders on Saturday, July 28, at 2:00 pm. Please stop by to say howdy if you can.
I'll be the one in the pink boots. :)
I'll be the one in the pink boots. :)
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Slept In!
I slept late this morning, so am very late getting the blog up. Sorry about that, all you early risers!
Usually, the first thing I do in the morning is make coffee. Then I let the dogs out and when they're through, I write in my journal, often for an hour or two. After that, I write.
Well, today, it was 8:30 before I even opened my eyes. I stuck a toe in the pool--cousin Mary Ann is here and had already brewed the coffee and tended to the dogs--and it was warm as bathwater. What else could I do? I put my suit on and jumped in.
Bernice keeps a wide berth of the pool, though she did take a short dip yesterday. Sadie is a water dog and comes to the side, wagging her beagley tail and wanting to be hoisted in. She's a solid girl, but light in the water, of course. She loves to paddle around a little, then go and sit, half-submerged, on the top step of the pool.
Now, my suit is drying in the sunlight, and I'm heading back to Stone Creek, to meet up with Wyatt and Sarah. They're probably wondering where the heck I am. :)
Usually, the first thing I do in the morning is make coffee. Then I let the dogs out and when they're through, I write in my journal, often for an hour or two. After that, I write.
Well, today, it was 8:30 before I even opened my eyes. I stuck a toe in the pool--cousin Mary Ann is here and had already brewed the coffee and tended to the dogs--and it was warm as bathwater. What else could I do? I put my suit on and jumped in.
Bernice keeps a wide berth of the pool, though she did take a short dip yesterday. Sadie is a water dog and comes to the side, wagging her beagley tail and wanting to be hoisted in. She's a solid girl, but light in the water, of course. She loves to paddle around a little, then go and sit, half-submerged, on the top step of the pool.
Now, my suit is drying in the sunlight, and I'm heading back to Stone Creek, to meet up with Wyatt and Sarah. They're probably wondering where the heck I am. :)
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