After Kit checked over and over to make sure the call had ended, she just sat there. The crying had stopped and she couldn't believe the peace she was feeling. She took a slow deep breath and decided to take a drive.
Kit had probably by instinct arrived there. It was her refuge many times. She looked around and could almost see, herself as a child. Running and jumping in the waves, chasing her sister and brother, never catching them.....
Kit's mother's family had owned this little cottage for 4 generations. She adored it. This was where she had her first big crush with an older boy, and this is where she wanted to be. She sat on the old rocker, still damp from the morning dew and lulled herself to sleep.
"Hello there stranger". Kit didn't jump, she softly awakened. She knew this voice, although it had grown a little weaker since she had last heard it. "Good morning I say". "Hello Mr. Mallory, how are you"? Kit could see how he was, old and bent over but he still had that twinkle in his eyes, she remembered. "How long has it been since you'Ve come here my dear, I know it's gotta be at least a dozen, but you haven't changed a bit"! "Well neither have you."she lied. "and I think it may only have been a couple of years Mr. Mallory". "Hey, remember what you kids used to call me, I kinda prefer it". "Okay sure, Captain,and why did we call you that, oh oh now I remember. We used to get you to play with us in that old broken down boat and we made you the captain". "That's right" he laughed, coughing as he did. "That cough sounds pretty bad, you ought to have it heard by a doctor, Mr. ahhh sorry Captain". "I have my dear, it's lung cancer" he was so matter of fact about it. She took a moment trying to think of how to respond. Here she was all upset about things in her life, while this poor man was dealing with lung cancer. She couldn't help it, she started to cry and just didn't stop. Poor man, what must he think, how could she be so selfish. "Thank you sweetie, you know you are the only person who has had that reaction when I have told them about the big C. I guess most people think, oh well that old buzzard has lived long enough. It's nice to know you cared enough to cry. Now now that's enough though".
The old place was just as it had been left. Kit thought her sister Kim had been there since she had. She and Kim had always been close as young girls. Now she was lucky to see her once a year if that. Kim lived in Ohio with her husband, they didn't have any children yet. She was a writer, although she had yet to have any of her work published. Kit knew it was just a matter of time, as she thought Kim was a wonderful writer. Their brother Kip was always stealing her diary and Kit was only to eager to share a peek. From a young age everyone knew that Kim had a gift.
Now Kip on the other hand was the rebel. Even though Kit had the pregnancy thing, up until that, Kit had been the perfect child, or so it was thought. Kip was too wild, too funny, too crazy to live a normal life. That is why it was such a shock and quite the joke to everyone when Kip became a minister! He had a rather large congregation in his non-traditional church, in North Carolina of all places. He was yet to be married, but there was never any shortage of willing brides to be.
How could it be that all those years had passed. The people she lived with, gone for the most part, from each others lives. Still she had her memories and for now that was a great comfort.
Kit's phone had not stopped ringing since she had made that insane call to her immediate boss. And everyone it seemed was leaving messages. She didn't dare listen to them. She couldn't resist. The first message was from Henry. "Kit, Kit dear, what is wrong? Carol called me with the impossible news. Kit you know you don't mean it. Call me asap. I love you we can work this out."
Henry did sound sincere. Should she call him. Maybe she shouldn't have quit, maybe she should see what he had to say. After all he was always saying he loved her. Maybe she was a fool to walk away from this.
She listened to the next message....."Listen you bitch, I left a message hours ago for you. So that is how you want to play it. Your are the most ungrateful stupid woman I have ever bothered with. Oh and you better look for another line of work. Your name is trash in this biz. Have a nice life bitch!"
Once again Kit had been saved from herself. She had made the right move, but couldn't shake the fact that she was ready to make the wrong one again. When would she ever learn, when would she ever know when to trust someone and who. She started to cry again, but now more from anger.............."OMGOSH, BONO!
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Autumn of the Heart--chapter 2
The air around her was constricted, she tried to scream but there was no sound. The faces the noise the ignoring she existed. In her mind she pleaded, I'm hurting, please please don't do this don't do this. Then blackness. She waited, no one came, no one saw her, no one cared. She had just changed her life forever and for what. Why hadn't she listened to Connie? Where was she? She had promised she would be there, she wasn't. Her tears were hot and salty and pointless. She had made her decision. There was no going back. She decided it would haunt her. She determined she would never let herself be truly happy, she didn't deserve happiness. But wasn't that why she had done this, wasn't that the reason she let them take her precious tiny girl away. She couldn't believe no one heard her endless screaming. Bono did..............
Kit jumped up, her heart pounding. When would these dreams end? It had been 8 years. Her baby would be 8 in 4 hours.
Why had her visitor come at this time? Why was he pressuring her so, to take the new position. Too bad she knew the reasons. Too bad she didn't want him. Everything would be so much easier if that was the case.
Henry was the vice-president of her company, "It's Your Day". It was a large scale bridal store, that had shops up and down the east coast. There were rumors it was going towards the west coast, if some merger took place next year. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, Kit surely knew. She was the buyer for her state. This new position would have her moving to Vermont. She would be covering all the states from Virginia up.
Kit had met Henry Toller many times in the past 5 years she had been with the company. Her mistake, or maybe not, was letting their relationship go further than it should have. He was giving her this promotion, one she would have wanted, if it wasn't in Vermont and if she didn't know why she was targeted for it. Right now though she had to admit, she didn't care near as much about how it came to be offered to her. She loved her job and knew she was great at it and had no doubt she would excel at the new one. It wasn't that she wasn't attracted to Henry. She had been drawn to him long before there was anything between them, but she knew or felt she could never love him. His visit that night had made her sure of it. In fact she almost loathed him now.
He had threatened her with her job if she didn't take it. Explaining how she would be closer to him and trying to guilt her about all the strings he pulled. It made her sick. And his timing, if he only knew.
Kit decided to get up and start her day. There was no way she was going to get anymore sleep. Bono brushed past her leg. It was as if that cat knew her moods and more than that, he cared. How sad was that. She only had a cat to worry about her. Sure Henry said he loved her. She knew that wasn't true. She had heard stories of his past affairs with the younger employees. It seemed like he had a pattern. Once you hit 29 or 30, he moved on to the younger 20's again. Yeah if she moved, what would she really have anyway, 5 or 6 years left.
Sometimes Kit hated men. Most times Kit hated men. And with good cause she was sure. Her father had left her when she was just 13 and then there was Neal. There was one knight in shining armor, one who Kit thought was truly in love with her, but she was not. That was proof she was a bad person. She had lead him on. The truth was she tried to love Mark, she wanted to love him. They were engaged. Kit broke off the engagement at the engagement party. She could be cold. She didn't know how not to be sometimes. Still she thought of Mark often and sometimes wished she hadn't done what she did. She had always been told by her mother, "always marry a man who loves you more than you love him". That hadn't worked out too well for her mother.
Kit's mother. Yes she had always loved her mother, but she would never, never like to think she was anything like her mother. Now her mother was gone. She had died 4 years ago, in a car accident. That was Kit's fault too, as she saw it. Her mother had called her that morning to ask if Kit could take her to the drug store. She wasn't feeling quite right and didn't want to drive. Kit would be late for work and had asked her if she could pick it up on her lunch break. Her mom said that would be fine. Why she didn't wait, Kit would never understand. She hit a bus no one was hurt but Kate, Kit's mom. She died the next day in the hospital.
This was going to be a hard day. The sun was shining, the air was crisp and there was the autumn fragrance in the air. Kit turned the key in the ignition and just sat there in her driveway crying. She had never once called in sick. But this day this birthday and Henry, the awful choice she felt she had to make. She dialed her boss and waited, hardly breathing, "hello Carol, I hate to call you with this, I mean you have been so good to me" her sobbing was uncontrollable now, "Carol I quit"
Kit jumped up, her heart pounding. When would these dreams end? It had been 8 years. Her baby would be 8 in 4 hours.
Why had her visitor come at this time? Why was he pressuring her so, to take the new position. Too bad she knew the reasons. Too bad she didn't want him. Everything would be so much easier if that was the case.
Henry was the vice-president of her company, "It's Your Day". It was a large scale bridal store, that had shops up and down the east coast. There were rumors it was going towards the west coast, if some merger took place next year. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, Kit surely knew. She was the buyer for her state. This new position would have her moving to Vermont. She would be covering all the states from Virginia up.
Kit had met Henry Toller many times in the past 5 years she had been with the company. Her mistake, or maybe not, was letting their relationship go further than it should have. He was giving her this promotion, one she would have wanted, if it wasn't in Vermont and if she didn't know why she was targeted for it. Right now though she had to admit, she didn't care near as much about how it came to be offered to her. She loved her job and knew she was great at it and had no doubt she would excel at the new one. It wasn't that she wasn't attracted to Henry. She had been drawn to him long before there was anything between them, but she knew or felt she could never love him. His visit that night had made her sure of it. In fact she almost loathed him now.
He had threatened her with her job if she didn't take it. Explaining how she would be closer to him and trying to guilt her about all the strings he pulled. It made her sick. And his timing, if he only knew.
Kit decided to get up and start her day. There was no way she was going to get anymore sleep. Bono brushed past her leg. It was as if that cat knew her moods and more than that, he cared. How sad was that. She only had a cat to worry about her. Sure Henry said he loved her. She knew that wasn't true. She had heard stories of his past affairs with the younger employees. It seemed like he had a pattern. Once you hit 29 or 30, he moved on to the younger 20's again. Yeah if she moved, what would she really have anyway, 5 or 6 years left.
Sometimes Kit hated men. Most times Kit hated men. And with good cause she was sure. Her father had left her when she was just 13 and then there was Neal. There was one knight in shining armor, one who Kit thought was truly in love with her, but she was not. That was proof she was a bad person. She had lead him on. The truth was she tried to love Mark, she wanted to love him. They were engaged. Kit broke off the engagement at the engagement party. She could be cold. She didn't know how not to be sometimes. Still she thought of Mark often and sometimes wished she hadn't done what she did. She had always been told by her mother, "always marry a man who loves you more than you love him". That hadn't worked out too well for her mother.
Kit's mother. Yes she had always loved her mother, but she would never, never like to think she was anything like her mother. Now her mother was gone. She had died 4 years ago, in a car accident. That was Kit's fault too, as she saw it. Her mother had called her that morning to ask if Kit could take her to the drug store. She wasn't feeling quite right and didn't want to drive. Kit would be late for work and had asked her if she could pick it up on her lunch break. Her mom said that would be fine. Why she didn't wait, Kit would never understand. She hit a bus no one was hurt but Kate, Kit's mom. She died the next day in the hospital.
This was going to be a hard day. The sun was shining, the air was crisp and there was the autumn fragrance in the air. Kit turned the key in the ignition and just sat there in her driveway crying. She had never once called in sick. But this day this birthday and Henry, the awful choice she felt she had to make. She dialed her boss and waited, hardly breathing, "hello Carol, I hate to call you with this, I mean you have been so good to me" her sobbing was uncontrollable now, "Carol I quit"
Monday, October 17, 2011
Autumn of the Heart
AUTUMN OF THE HEART
The wind was fierce as she forcefully pushed the massive solid oak door shut. She was glad to be home. She opened the tall cabinet, the one where she kept all of her spices, and herbs and of course her favorite drink, her teas. What would she have this blustery fall afternoon, apple spice, no maybe orange spice. Her mind wondered while waiting for the tea kettle to whistle. She loved to dip the tea bag up and down instead of just leaving it alone to steep.
What was she going to tell him. Yes, no probably not, but what and it had to be soon. Kit had lived here all of her life, how could she leave. The promotion had been offered to her at the worst time. She sipped her tea and tried to forget for a moment of the weighty decision she had to make.
Kit was for all intends and purposes alone, no one to answer to no one to help her make this choice. She started to feel sorry for herself, but how could she. She had been the one that had chosen her life, she didn't have to be by herself.
Why was she even wondering about the move, the promotion would lead her to make. What was really keeping her here, she knew.
Kit had been only 16, it was her childhood sweetheart. She thought they would always be together. Then there was the pregnancy. She had the baby, a little girl. She gave her up for adoption. The last she had heard anything was two weeks after the child was placed. The agency had contacted her to say that the parents would most likely live in the area for the rest of their lives, and that they would encourage "Tally" to find Kit if she wanted, when she was grown.
Kit had never tried to find Tally and deep inside she hoped Tally wouldn't try to find her. But there was this part of her that felt responsible still and this move that faced her felt like more of a desertion than her giving her up at birth.
Connie would understand if anyone could. Connie was Kit's oldest and best friend. She knew all about Tally. She had tried to get Kit to keep her, but it was no use. Connie had also dated Tally's birth father for a time. It was during one of the many break-ups Kit and Neal had. It almost ended their friendship. When things ended with Neal, Kit had been so thankful she had not let anything get between Connie and her.
For now all she wanted to do was to drink her tea, wrap herself in a blanket and cuddle with Bono, her cat. She snuggled up and let Bono rest on her stomach, as he was fond of. Boy she wished she had some of those almond cookies. Had she eaten them all? She nuzzled Bono off and walked into the tiny kitchen with the blanket still around her. Awwww yes there were still some left. She ate them like they were chocolate covered. Would she make anything for dinner. Not now. Maybe she would take a nap. She waddled back over to the sofa. She was about to plop back down when someone rang the doorbell.
She wasn't expecting anyone. She thought for a moment of removing the blanket, but the visitor's knocking was very rapid. Usually she would not have opened the door without asking who it was, but this time for some unknown reason she did. As she threw the door open, almost angry that they were knocking so often and partly worried that it was truly some emergency, she let the blanket drop to the cold floor. Kit, how long has it been. Too long.
The wind was fierce as she forcefully pushed the massive solid oak door shut. She was glad to be home. She opened the tall cabinet, the one where she kept all of her spices, and herbs and of course her favorite drink, her teas. What would she have this blustery fall afternoon, apple spice, no maybe orange spice. Her mind wondered while waiting for the tea kettle to whistle. She loved to dip the tea bag up and down instead of just leaving it alone to steep.
What was she going to tell him. Yes, no probably not, but what and it had to be soon. Kit had lived here all of her life, how could she leave. The promotion had been offered to her at the worst time. She sipped her tea and tried to forget for a moment of the weighty decision she had to make.
Kit was for all intends and purposes alone, no one to answer to no one to help her make this choice. She started to feel sorry for herself, but how could she. She had been the one that had chosen her life, she didn't have to be by herself.
Why was she even wondering about the move, the promotion would lead her to make. What was really keeping her here, she knew.
Kit had been only 16, it was her childhood sweetheart. She thought they would always be together. Then there was the pregnancy. She had the baby, a little girl. She gave her up for adoption. The last she had heard anything was two weeks after the child was placed. The agency had contacted her to say that the parents would most likely live in the area for the rest of their lives, and that they would encourage "Tally" to find Kit if she wanted, when she was grown.
Kit had never tried to find Tally and deep inside she hoped Tally wouldn't try to find her. But there was this part of her that felt responsible still and this move that faced her felt like more of a desertion than her giving her up at birth.
Connie would understand if anyone could. Connie was Kit's oldest and best friend. She knew all about Tally. She had tried to get Kit to keep her, but it was no use. Connie had also dated Tally's birth father for a time. It was during one of the many break-ups Kit and Neal had. It almost ended their friendship. When things ended with Neal, Kit had been so thankful she had not let anything get between Connie and her.
For now all she wanted to do was to drink her tea, wrap herself in a blanket and cuddle with Bono, her cat. She snuggled up and let Bono rest on her stomach, as he was fond of. Boy she wished she had some of those almond cookies. Had she eaten them all? She nuzzled Bono off and walked into the tiny kitchen with the blanket still around her. Awwww yes there were still some left. She ate them like they were chocolate covered. Would she make anything for dinner. Not now. Maybe she would take a nap. She waddled back over to the sofa. She was about to plop back down when someone rang the doorbell.
She wasn't expecting anyone. She thought for a moment of removing the blanket, but the visitor's knocking was very rapid. Usually she would not have opened the door without asking who it was, but this time for some unknown reason she did. As she threw the door open, almost angry that they were knocking so often and partly worried that it was truly some emergency, she let the blanket drop to the cold floor. Kit, how long has it been. Too long.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
hello it's me i've thought about you for a long long time--too long
well hello there long time since i have written and so it goes--i know i started this blog intending to write everyday-as you know that did not last long---
usually after it has been some time between entries, i try to play catch up with what has been going on with me---so i will a little
my mom passed away a few weeks ago-she died on her 68th wedding anniversary--my daughter and husband and i had been planning a party at church for them and a family dinner---a week before she fell and only lasted a week after-
the extended family saw quite a bit of each other during mother's last days-that part was good of course and we have made plans to try to keep closer in the days to come-
i miss my mom--but not like she's gone--if you are a reader already, you know she had gone in some ways years before-but there was a new mom-and i had come to love her too-
i know she wanted to be free of her body and mind-but it was hard to see her go and hard to see my father cry----life does go on and quickly---even as we guard our hearts from forgetting-
the fall has come and once again i find myself melancholy,yet hopeful, reflective, but looking towards the future with a new found interest-
i feel like i am experiencing growing pains and longings for more-more connections more passion for life-more understanding of all the people around me-
many days are spent doing the same thing over and over-but there is a comfort in that-as i find myself not ashamed to admit that i watch the housewife shows that i like fb that i have 31 fish tanks on fishworld (i know that fact will stop some of you from reading further haha)--it's true as i become older yes i want people to like me, but i'm okay if they don't---
i hope to start one of my new stories soon--i have been thinking of writing a story called "the third floor"---as i was researching this topic, i found that the dream about the third floor could mean you have premonitions------a couple of days before my mother fell--i was at the computer and suddenly i felt i heard a voice tell me that someone close to me was going to die very soon---as i heard this i turned to my husband and told him this---i have learned to listen to those messages and to share them with someone close----i don't know why i am told some things through the years before they happen but i am-------
i know this entry may be somewhat fragmented but that is me--as i write this i feel a love for people returning--i always felt like that was me love love love--but i have come to realize that without my faith in God i can do no good thing--
usually after it has been some time between entries, i try to play catch up with what has been going on with me---so i will a little
my mom passed away a few weeks ago-she died on her 68th wedding anniversary--my daughter and husband and i had been planning a party at church for them and a family dinner---a week before she fell and only lasted a week after-
the extended family saw quite a bit of each other during mother's last days-that part was good of course and we have made plans to try to keep closer in the days to come-
i miss my mom--but not like she's gone--if you are a reader already, you know she had gone in some ways years before-but there was a new mom-and i had come to love her too-
i know she wanted to be free of her body and mind-but it was hard to see her go and hard to see my father cry----life does go on and quickly---even as we guard our hearts from forgetting-
the fall has come and once again i find myself melancholy,yet hopeful, reflective, but looking towards the future with a new found interest-
i feel like i am experiencing growing pains and longings for more-more connections more passion for life-more understanding of all the people around me-
many days are spent doing the same thing over and over-but there is a comfort in that-as i find myself not ashamed to admit that i watch the housewife shows that i like fb that i have 31 fish tanks on fishworld (i know that fact will stop some of you from reading further haha)--it's true as i become older yes i want people to like me, but i'm okay if they don't---
i hope to start one of my new stories soon--i have been thinking of writing a story called "the third floor"---as i was researching this topic, i found that the dream about the third floor could mean you have premonitions------a couple of days before my mother fell--i was at the computer and suddenly i felt i heard a voice tell me that someone close to me was going to die very soon---as i heard this i turned to my husband and told him this---i have learned to listen to those messages and to share them with someone close----i don't know why i am told some things through the years before they happen but i am-------
i know this entry may be somewhat fragmented but that is me--as i write this i feel a love for people returning--i always felt like that was me love love love--but i have come to realize that without my faith in God i can do no good thing--
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
spring yet?
i just decided to write cause a friend of mine from long ago kinda inspired me--it feels like spring today and i love that
my brother-in-law phil had a heart attack yesterday and i hope maybe the warm sunshine is coming through his hospital window and somehow it will cheer him to know that spring is coming and things will get better <3
i love flowers and fountains and gardens and just about all there is about spring--
frank threw out some grass seed the other day-we had some leftover from last year--and the day after the seeding it poured raining most of the day-so we will see if it takes-
it always seems that i plan so many things we are going to do in the spring and then by summer it's too hot to finish them and many of the plants and flowers and grass die out by june from heat and neglect--
i always think of picnics this time of year--a couple of years ago we went on a picnic just frank, robyn and myself--we drove up to "walton's mountain" and planned to find a good spot to eat--we couldn't so we ended up eating in the parking lot of some gas station--but the picnic stuff was good--boiled eggs, pimento cheese, ham salad and chicken salad sandwiches, cookies, fresh fruit and pickles-it certainly is a fond memory-
it kinda reminds me today of a day in my childhood-a day when my sister martha and i were allowed to have a backyard picnic for our lunch -well the wind was starting to pick up as it does sometimes in early spring--my sister was showing off -walking along the picnic bench when all of a sudden the wind really gusted and blew away her food-as i remember it she didn't get anymore food as mother had warned her to sit and eat--this is the same sister that is in the hospital today with her husband-
i hope everyone gets to go on a picnic this spring and maybe you can even have yours in a park or at least a wooded rest stop--but even if you eat your picnic in a gas station parking lot, i hope you have your picnic with the ones you love--happy early spring <3
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
robyn has been sick........................
hello all- as my title today let's you know, robyn has been sick-she started feeling bad Sunday night-at first we just thought it was her usual tiredness she feels often on Sunday afternoons--but no she has had the dreaded stomach flu---so far frank and i have not come down with it and are praying really hard that we do not---as i am praying for my son dustin and his crew as one of his girls, reagan has had it too---
of course just a few days before i had gone to the store with my list for dinners this week--broccoli, beans cabbage beef stew--all wonderful things to load yourself up with when the threat of vomiting is hovering around-
changed up the menu a bit--did have the frozen fish fillets but tried mac and cheese with it instead and a milder mix of veggies (haha funny i just used veggies as i hate that word)
robyn is feeling lots better today and will probably make it to her ballroom practice--wouldn't push it but they have their competition in 2 weeks--
i am washing comforters right now-the one in the dryer is taking forever to dry--
yeah pretty boring stuff to share today--just very thankful that the Good Lord has given my extra energy to get more things done than i usually do---
well just thought i would drop in to connect-
still in the thinking stages on the new writing i plan to share when i actually start it and finish--
hope all have a great wednesday :)
of course just a few days before i had gone to the store with my list for dinners this week--broccoli, beans cabbage beef stew--all wonderful things to load yourself up with when the threat of vomiting is hovering around-
changed up the menu a bit--did have the frozen fish fillets but tried mac and cheese with it instead and a milder mix of veggies (haha funny i just used veggies as i hate that word)
robyn is feeling lots better today and will probably make it to her ballroom practice--wouldn't push it but they have their competition in 2 weeks--
i am washing comforters right now-the one in the dryer is taking forever to dry--
yeah pretty boring stuff to share today--just very thankful that the Good Lord has given my extra energy to get more things done than i usually do---
well just thought i would drop in to connect-
still in the thinking stages on the new writing i plan to share when i actually start it and finish--
hope all have a great wednesday :)
Friday, February 25, 2011
after queenie--feb. 25-11
wow my mind has been racing with my 2 ideas for a new story--one is just pretty much the idea-lots of work to do for it--so i have been thinking of going with the other one that is based on some real places and people-can't decide how i would disguise them well enough- don't think i could--see that is one of my big problems with writing--i can't let myself be totally honest--so maybe i should just write something that is all fiction no characters based on anyone or if they were no one would know--
sorry today's blog is so much about me but then again most of my blogs have been----i kinda like to read about real people though--as a matter of fact i have gotten into memoirs and biographies lately--when i start the new book i will likely stop reading--i just finished julie andrews memoirs and it was surprisingly interesting--now i am reading a biography of madonna the singer---i didn't really seek these 2 people out--a friend loaned me j.a. and i was looking in the thrift store for biographies and wouldn't pay $3 for the hardbacks so i didn't have a lot of choices in the paperbacks--madonna's is pretty good so far--you know i have also found some of the best books in the dollar stores---
i had started a new project a while back but lost it on the computer--i usually write it on paper first but-----
i think robyn corrected my application to advertise on this blog but still haven't heard back from google on the acceptance of my app.-----not sure how all that works- guess i will see-----
well i could go on and on but don't have really anything more to say right now--oh no wait one more thing--those of you who read queenie's bequest, i thank you for taking the time and sending me comments through fb--i still wish it was easier to comment on here but people tell me they try and can't--i think you just have to start a google acct. which i think is pretty easy--so if you wouldn't mind--:)
sorry today's blog is so much about me but then again most of my blogs have been----i kinda like to read about real people though--as a matter of fact i have gotten into memoirs and biographies lately--when i start the new book i will likely stop reading--i just finished julie andrews memoirs and it was surprisingly interesting--now i am reading a biography of madonna the singer---i didn't really seek these 2 people out--a friend loaned me j.a. and i was looking in the thrift store for biographies and wouldn't pay $3 for the hardbacks so i didn't have a lot of choices in the paperbacks--madonna's is pretty good so far--you know i have also found some of the best books in the dollar stores---
i had started a new project a while back but lost it on the computer--i usually write it on paper first but-----
i think robyn corrected my application to advertise on this blog but still haven't heard back from google on the acceptance of my app.-----not sure how all that works- guess i will see-----
well i could go on and on but don't have really anything more to say right now--oh no wait one more thing--those of you who read queenie's bequest, i thank you for taking the time and sending me comments through fb--i still wish it was easier to comment on here but people tell me they try and can't--i think you just have to start a google acct. which i think is pretty easy--so if you wouldn't mind--:)
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