March Mayhem

Hey y’all and good afternoon.  I hate that I haven’t posted, but I have honestly been trying and wanting to post all month, but the month turned into an emotional rollercoaster of anxiety for me, beginning with the unexpected passing of a friend of mine and my husband’s.  He was the sweetest guy, and like the rest of us, he couldn’t wait for my author copies to come.  I’m not sure which one of us was more excited for my book to be in print. 

The last really good day we all got to spend together, was just before he fell sick.  My husband and I spent the day over at their place, his husband was trimming my hair to prepare for my personal, quarantined photoshoot, for the cover of my book.  I changed outfits three times that day, and he complimented every outfit.  Between photo sessions, waiting for the outdoor lighting to change, we played a card game of ‘hand and foot’.  Him and his husband both taught me and my husband how to play when my husband and I moved into the neighborhood.

In Loving Memory

His passing wasn’t from Covid, although he had been sick with difficulty breathing, but he had COPD.  He had been repeatedly tested for Covid, several times, but all tests came back negative; for both him and his husband.  Unfortunately, because he didn’t have Covid, his hospital treatment left a lot of questions unanswered.  It was like his health wasn’t important enough to treat because he didn’t have Covid. 

It saddens me the most that he never got to see my book as a real book.  We were all patiently waiting to receive my author copies.  He was always insistent, “I want to buy a copy of your book, so you have that sale, but I want you to sign it for me.”  I always responded, “You will definitely get a signed copy of my book, but you’re not paying for it.”  Looks like I got my way after all; nine days after he left our world for heaven, my author copies were delivered to my front porch, and on St. Patrick’s Day, I opened them. 

The front cover of my book.
The back cover of my book.

While I want to upload and share my book reveal video, I’m still trying to figure out how to do so. Yeah y’all, I’m learning as I go. As soon as I am able to figure it out, I will surely post and share. Until then, thanks y’all for reading and I’ll be writing again soon.

Surprise! Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving.

Greetings y’all! Since my last post, many things have happened. We found a kitten, I moved into the ‘cover design’ phase of publishing, and Thanksgiving came. It has been an interesting few weeks to say the least.

On Saturday, November 7th, my dad gave me a ride to Macon, to Kitty City Cat Rescue, so I could pick up ‘Maleficent’ and bring her home. The whole idea was to surprise my daughter with her very own kitten. She has had the name picked out for years, though not as long as my husband and I had the name ‘Merlyn’ picked out before we were finally able to establish a home where we could have her.

‘Maleficent’ is proving to be very energetic, with a feisty attitude, but she loves to play. She reminds us of ‘Merlyn’ when ‘Merlyn’ when her age.

The day I brought her home, we absolutely surprised our daughter. ‘Maleficent’ had spent the entire 45-minute car ride, from Macon to Thomaston, meowing, which is normal. Unfortunately, the long car ride mixed with my dad’s driving technique, gave ‘Maleficent’ a queasy stomach. Luckily, I decided to include the blanket you see in the photo, in her carrier, and she only got sick on it. Twice. The good news is she hasn’t gotten sick since.

Having ‘Maleficent’ around has been different. ‘Merlyn’ and ‘Carlee’ are 8 and 6-years old respectively, so it’s been quite some time since we had a kitten around. ‘Maleficent’ is feeling right at home though because she runs the halls with ‘Carlee’ at night and into the early morning, and she gets her roughhousing with ‘Merlyn’ during the day, when she isn’t sleeping. Her favorite early morning activity is to play in my bed, attacking different areas of my bedding, about half an hour before my alarm goes off for work. I admit, it was kind of annoying at first, but what do you do when it’s a kitten.

I mentioned earlier, my book has moved forward, and now I am in ‘cover design’ mode. As soon as my friend whose a retired hairdresser can trim my hair a little, I get to experience my own little homemade personal photoshoot. I’ve never had a personal photoshoot, unless you count glamour shots that sadly fell through due to cost. That’s a story for another time.

Now, Thanksgiving. That was a busy day. I took the day off, meaning I didn’t open any time slots for my student’s parents to book. Instead, I woke up at 4am to begin prepping and baking. A week before this, my husband and I created the menu we had been planning to cook for our family and friends.

As you can see, we offered several choices for Thanksgiving dinner.

Preparing everything was tiring, but fun and worth it. By the time my husband got up at 6am, both pumpkin pies were in the oven, and I was filling the deviled eggs. Afterward, I started in on mixing my no-bake cheesecakes together, then I took a break. All the prepping we did, it reminded me of my mornings when I worked as a prep cook for Applebee’s in Monroe, Georgia. My husband and I learned early on that we work better in the kitchen together than anyone else we know. There are some people who don’t understand how we work so well together.

Now, to say our Thanksgiving day went absolutely perfectly smooth, that would be a lie. We did reach a hiccup in the system plan. First, it rained all morning, off and on, from heavy downpour to light drizzles, back and forth. We might have gotten past the rain, but the hiccup that followed left us without further options. We hooked everything up correctly, the propane tank to the turkey deep fryer we purchased, but there was a hit/miss somewhere because we weren’t able to officially deep fry the turkey. It wasn’t raining when my husband hooked everything together. It wasn’t raining when we set it all up in the spot we designated specifically for it. It began raining as we were trying to ignite the purpose, and because it did, we had to shut it down. So, instead of deep fried turkey, we properly executed a last moment oven roasted turkey. It was delicious!

The hardest part was sending text messages to our family and friends; “Due to inclement weather, deep fried turkey is now oven roasted. We’re sorry for the switch.” I felt like Gordon Ramsey on “Uncharted” when he’s unable to deliver his original dish idea to his guests of their culture. I am so thankful everyone was understanding. Well, almost everyone.

I experienced an additional hiccup, but it was neither food nor Thanksgiving related. At least I don’t think it was, but I don’t honestly know. My husband and I decided to do Thanksgiving this way because, as I mentioned and we all already know, we all have to take caution against Covid-19. I spent Thanksgiving, planning, prepping, preparing, and cooking with so much care, love, devotion, and thanks. Every plate we made, everybody we fed, we did it because we are thankful to have each and everyone we included in our Thanksgiving feast, in our life.

Our delicious Thanksgiving dinner.

Well y’all, I think that’s all for now. Christmas is right around the corner and with Christmas comes our Christmas menu. Yes, my husband and I are planning the same kind of theme for Christmas, but yes, a different menu. No turkey. We’re thinking about a spiral ham, prime rib, and colorful side dishes. Equally delicious.

Additionally, it’s not just Christmas we’re planning for, my husband and I were blessed to have a child born exactly 2 days after Christmas. This year, she turns 16, but because she’s a Descendant’s fan, it’s not ‘sweet sixteen’, she prefers her 16th birthday VK (villain kid) style; ‘sinister sixteenth’.

Thanks for reading y’all! I’ll post again soon!

‘When Quarantine Gives You Lemons, Have Some Lemonade’

Hey y’all! Somehow, time got away from me and therefore I unfortunately forgot to write. Sorry about that.

So, how have y’all been getting along with quarantine? Me and the family have been doing well. We’re all coughing up seasonal allergies, but nothing infectious. About a month ago, which is how I know it’s been too long since I last wrote, I suffered a bodily allergic reaction to a flea treatment I gave my cat Carlee. I had first tried an oral medication called CAPACTION. According to the dosage directions, I could give her a single pill every day. Unfortunately, the fleas were so bad, I had to take more drastic measures. I bought a 2 monthly dosage package of Advantage II, and with my husband’s help, applied it to ‘the spot’ on the back of her neck, then thoroughly washed my hands with soap and water. The directions said to wait 24 hours before bathing the cat afterwards, but I gave it 48 hours, and then proceeded to deep clean the rest of our place; bedding, mopping, vacuuming, and spraying down our furniture using an all- natural flea killer. I felt not only accomplished, but like I finally got to the bottom of the fleas. Well, I did get to the bottom of the fleas, I also developed a near full-body breakout. At first, I thought it was my eczema flaring, but my lotions weren’t doing anything to relieve it. I tried cortisone anti itch crème, but all it did was make me itch less, it didn’t clear the red at all. I tried oral antihistamines, taking 2 pills every 4-6 hours as directed, no improvement at all. Four days after giving my cat the flea treatment, I was calling my doctor’s office for an emergency appointment, in hysterics. The night before, I hadn’t slept a wink, forcing me to cancel my first class in 2 years. Long story short, I was experiencing an allergic reaction, it was very red, very angry, and after a single steroid shot in my hip/buttocks area, and another week of z-pack steroid, I’m finally clearing up. A lot of eczema catch-back resulting.  Sadly, I’ve been rather hesitant to pet my Carlee since, but I’ve made up for it using string. She’s 6 years old, but still a kitten with string.

Speaking of quarantine, and therefore Covid-19, does anyone else dream that they find themselves in public without their mask? I’ve been having dreams lately that I’m in public and I realize I don’t have my mask, or that my daughter and I are in town without our masks, and I’m practically panicking which then wakes me up. These dreams are like bad dream level. I don’t let my daughter leave the house.  She does have a mask, but the way I see it, she doesn’t need to leave the house, unless for good reasons, like a doctor’s appointment. I don’t even want my husband going into public because of his heart condition. I’ve been there already, my husband laid up in a hospital bed, barely able to hold a spoon to eat tomato soup. Tired and very sick. I am not going to relive that. Every time I leave the house, I have my mask, hand sanitizer, and my reading glasses for eye coverage. I haven’t let anyone in the house since quarantine, except the gas guy because he had to light our pilot light after turning the gas on from outside, but not before mandating his own mask.  I have to say, I’ll be so happy when I can finally have Walmart grocery delivered to my front door, because every time I leave the house, my anxiety shoots through the top of my head.

Now we’re in the process of adopting a rescue kitten for our daughter. She has wanted a kitten, or cat of her own for a couple years now, but we’ve not been lucky enough to find one yet, so I took a different avenue. First, I looked into our local animal rescue, but they didn’t have anything in our broader criteria, so I google searched for animal rescues and came up with adoptapet.com and a search radius of up to 50 miles from my location. I found an absolutely adorable little girl in Macon, the perfect color gray/blue, the perfect age, and after an appointment to meet her, determined her the perfect fit for my daughter. Little girl, or ‘Maleficent’ as my daughter wants to name her, is the perfect gray/blue, and she is so energetic, I can almost picture goat yoga, but kitten contortionism instead, because my daughter is a gymnast/contortionist. We haven’t told her we’re getting her a kitten, or that we’ve even found one. We’re aiming for completely surprising her. I’m almost expecting her to cry. I might possibly try for a video, provided I remember. I’ll at least post pictures after.

My book, it’s coming along. Right now, I’m waiting for corrections to be made so that it resembles the vision I have in mind for it. First embarking on this journey to and through publishing, my original idea didn’t include images, or photos. However, arriving at Page Design level opened my mind to bigger possibilities. Sometimes, words alone are okay, but sometimes, words with an associated photo, sketch, or even a letter written and signed by a since passed family member helps the reader obtain a better understanding of what they’re reading. Thanks to all the work I put into some artwork I created last year for Christmas and birthday gift giving, I got back into sketching, so when the time came when I learned I could include up to 20 images for free, how could I not see the opportunity make my book better. I got pretty creative too. I’m proud. Once I approve all corrections and I’m completely satisfied with the entirety of my book, I move into the final stage; cover design. This means ‘photo shoot’ to me, like when I had my senior pictures done. Not only will my picture be on the back-cover where you can ‘meet me’, the author, I’m going to star on the front cover as well. I have a very unique idea that includes several factors regarding the world today.

This post would have come sooner, had I not forgot, but also, had my natural monthly visitor not showed up. What a weekend. I didn’t want to do anything other than sit or lay around, because I was so uncomfortable. My dad texted me Friday to ask for help packing because he’s moving across the street from where he has lived for the past year. I told him I didn’t know at the time because my hips and lower back were in severe discomfort. I would have helped had I not just started the monthly crimson routine. It’s always the worst the first 3 days.

Okay, well, I think I’ve caught y’all up for now and I’ll post again very soon.  Stay safe, stay healthy, and as always, thank you for reading. Until next time!

Carlee feels much better after her treatment. I’ve recovered, but not without minor skin blemishing. No big deal.

Summer is Officially Over

Hey y’all!  Good morning!  While it’s not officially the end of summer, but it’s the end of summer in my household.  As I’m typing this, my daughter is in a virtual classroom with her homeroom teacher, preparing to take her first MAP test of the school year… tenth grade.  Where has the time gone, right?

Since school is back in session, I’m back to fully working.  I’m teaching in the early morning, then after my daughter starts school, I’m cracking into creating new bookmarks to promote my upcoming book, brainstorming and creating fliers to promote my free library, communicating with my editor and preparing images to include in my upcoming book, and of course, keeping up with my daughter’s school agenda.

I’m actually glad school is back in session, because my daughter’s attitude, being a teenager and all, has been, per say, through the roof.  She’s at that age where she wants to believe she already knows everything, and as a teacher, I’m trying to educate her about the real world, but she just rolls her eyes or walks away; goes to her room.  I don’t remember ever showing as much attitude when I was her age, but we all say that, don’t we?  All in all, I can say she is generally a good kid.  Like any teenager, she needs an attitude adjustment every now and then.

My tomato garden is still coming along.  I’ve been able to pick three from the original I call ‘Mater’.  My roma, which I call ‘Roma’ has finally blossomed enough to develop a few tomatoes, and the larger of the three different tomato plants I have, I call ‘Allyn’ because she was given to me by my neighbor, an older gentleman.  His front yard is full of potted tomato plants nearly as tall as he is.

Here are some before photos of my tomato plants.

 

Here is what my tomatoes look now.

I’ll be able to pick the two in the single picture soon.  My ‘bae’ and I are looking forward to eating them on tomato sandwiches; my favorite simple summer sandwich.

I also wanted to share with y’all a photo of some ‘Elephant Ears’ growing on their own in my yard.  They aren’t as big or tall as the ones growing in my neighbors yard, but I still think they are a unique plant.

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Aren’t they cool?  I think so.

Well y’all, I’m going to conclude this post for now.  The good news is, with school back in session, as I mentioned before, I’m ‘in office’ more full time now.  Not that I ever left.

I hope y’all are maintaining a safe and healthy ‘in-home’ lifestyle.  I hope y’all are wearing your masks when going into public, and I hope y’all are practicing the health safety of social distancing.  Remember, we’ll get through this.

Thanks for reading y’all!

A Little Bit of Everything

Good morning y’all.  I’m sorry it’s been awhile since I last posted, but things have been, for lack of a better word, slightly depressing.  Some changes have occurred where my family is concerned, and I wasn’t sure how to deal with it.  To sum it up, my dad quit talking to me for reasons only he knows.  At first, I didn’t know how to deal with it, but then I had an epiphany.  If he doesn’t want to talk to me, that’s his choice, not mine.  He’ll come around in his own time.

So, moving on.

After more than a month, last week, I finally heard from my publication coordinator, via email, that my manuscript is ready for me to review the edits the editing department has proposed in my manuscript.  Since this past weekend was 4th of July weekend, I took that time away from work, and now, today, I’ll begin reviewing the edits in depth.  This should be fun.

In other news, about 5 years ago, I gave up my Facebook account.  Why?  It was the only way I could disassociate myself from select people I no longer wanted anything to do with.  It was the only way I could seek the solitude I needed to overcome the dramas and stresses of my own life.  While Facebook is a great way to keep in contact and communicate with select friends and family, I didn’t want any part of any of it.  Recently, I’ve been thinking that now might be the right time to regroup and restart.  I admit, part of me is fearful of Facebook because of the people I once knew.  Like the movie “Cyberbully” with actress Emily Osment, I couldn’t escape, but I wasn’t being bullied.  People just would not leave me alone.  However, with my book in publishing and ‘Moore’ Books Free Library slowly coming together, I think those two things are reason enough to restart a Facebook account, but rather than a personal account, I’m thinking more along the lines of ‘Public Figure’ account.  With coronavirus cases still on the rise, Facebook will be an avenue that I would not otherwise have for online book signings and other such events.  Actor and author, Chris Colfer did it, so why can’t I do similar?

The entirety of it will take time, but that’s okay because all of the best things in life take time.

On a totally different note, I gave gardening another shot.  My first time didn’t go so well.  While I tried my hand at growing green beans, cucumbers, peppers, squash, and a couple other vegetables, things were going good until I transferred them to bigger planters, then they all died.  This time, some friends and neighbors gave me a few a tomato plants, and I’m very pleased to say that I have 8 tomatoes producing so far.  They’re still green, but they are growing.  My ‘bae’ has to craft together some stakes to help my roma tomato plant stand more upright, but it’s doing well and that’s all I can ask for right now.  Roma hasn’t yet produced anything, but it’s early yet.  I do have a few pictures to post of my budding tomatoes, and I’ll post them soon, but I have to first transfer the pictures from my phone to my computer.  Then I’ll be able to share them with you.  If things continue to grow as well as they are, this time next year, I’m going to try for a raised personal garden.  Time will tell.

Finally, the Georgia heat has really kicked in full swing since summer officially began.  The humidity is practically through the roof, making it harder for my ‘bae’ to breathe when outside what with his heart condition.  Heck, I’m perfectly healthy and the humidity is even getting to me.  The only time I’m really going outside is to feed and water my plants, or to take out the garbage.  It’s so hot out, we don’t even feel like grilling.

So, that pretty much sums up the essence of my life currently.  A little of this, a little of that, but not much of anything else.  I’m doing what I can, and practicing patience by working on the inside.  More or less cleaning, rearranging, and reorganizing.

Well y’all, I guess that’s it for this post.  As always, thank you all for reading and following my blog.  By the way, is there anything y’all would like me to write about?  I’m always open to suggestions; something new to talk about.

Until next time!

‘A Boring Little Update’

Hey hey, how have y’all been?  Me, I’m taking things one day at a time.  Summer is not yet officially here, but the days are growing more and more humid with thunderstorms looming overhead creating a thick moisture in the air; like walking out your front door and into a sponge.  Though this weather won’t last the entire summer, I still see us using the hose a lot throughout the summer.

My daughter is taking summer school this year because she’s as good in math as I was at her age.  She absolutely despises math, yet she loves earning an allowance.  Basic addition compared to adding letters to the numbers.  I understand her hatred.  She’ll either get it enough to pass, or she’ll retake.  Her dad sits in and helps her, so it’s looking good that she’ll continue on to the 10th grade for next school year.

I took a little time off from writing, as writing an entire manuscript in four months is taxing.  However, I’ve been brainstorming which is now why I need to get back to writing, because otherwise I’m going mental trying to store it all.  With my manuscript currently in the editing phase, I’m moving forward, brainstorming a cover design, and going through my mental files for any additional material I may want to include in my book.  While I’m doing that, I’m also generating ideas for my next book “Y’all Didn’t Hear It from Me: Another Journal of Life Stories”.

Having said that, my husband and I were talking, and I want to celebrate my accomplishment once my 10 copies come.  Granted, my book won’t be to that stage until at least the end of this year, but I can begin planning for it now, right?  Why not, right?  We’re going to throw me a celebration party!  It may be holiday themed, or I might be able to pull it off of my own creative theme, but I’m going to celebrate.  Then, after the party, I’ll post the first vlog, me seeing my book for the first time.  I admit, it’s very exciting to think about.  I’m tickled pink!

Well, y’all, I think that’s it for now.  Is there anything y’all would like to hear about because my book is considered self-help/memoir.  I like being an ear for someone else in a situation.  Usually I can relate and I enjoy the input of others.

As always y’all, thanks for reading!

What’s Up, What’s Up?!

Hey y’all!  So, the last time I posted, I wrote that I had submitted my manuscript to my ‘possible’ agent at Page Publishing, and I would know, either way, within 2 weeks.

Well, last Tuesday, my ‘possible’ agent called back.  He actually called me on Monday, but I was bravely shopping at my local Walmart.  Don’t worry, I always wear a surgical face mask and gloves.  My husband was home, so he took the call, but my ‘possible’ agent didn’t say anything except “I’ll call her back”.  When I came home from shopping with my next door neighbor, my husband told me all about it as he came out our front door and crossed the street to meet me with our groceries at our neighbors car.  For the rest of the day, everywhere I went, my phone was on me, waiting for the call back, but he didn’t call back.  However, on Tuesday, the moment the phone rang, I snatched it up.  Low and behold, it was Page Publishing.

My ‘possible’ agent asked me how I was doing; I said I was good.  He asked how I was feeling; again, I said I was good.  Then he said, “I have news regarding your manuscript.”  Now my heart is racing, beating so hard it’s in my throat.

“Are you ready?” My possible agent asked me.

“I’m as ready as I’m going to be.” I replied, and we both laughed.

Without dragging it out any further, my agent accepted my manuscript.  I’M.  GOING.  TO.  BE.  PUBLISHED!  Y’all Didn’t Hear it from Me: A Journal of Life Stories is getting published!  OMG!!!

I am sorry that it took me a week to share my breakthrough news with y’all, but I was waiting until I signed my agreement and communicated with my assigned coordinator before I said anything.  Now that I have my itinerary, it’s real!  I AM A PUBLISHING AUTHOR!

So, what’s next?  The long, patient wait while everything about my book is checked and rechecked, created, developed, and priced.  Now I have to work on writing the Synopsis of my book, my ‘About The Author’ piece, submit any images I want included in my book’s content, and anything else my coordinator may want from me.

As of right now, the journey to writing and completing my manuscript was taxing, but enjoyable.  I feel like the journey to publishing is going to just as taxing, yet enjoyable as writing the physical book was.  Even hearing my coordinator go over all of my information felt remarkable.  It wasn’t just go over my name and author name, it was more when she read my title aloud to verify my work.  To hear someone other than myself or my husband say it, “Y’all Didn’t Hear it From Me: A Journal of Life Stories”, put me on cloud 9.  I know one thing is for sure, the day it all comes together and complete, and I receive my 10 copies in the mail, I’m vlogging the video for y’all to see.  I may cry, because I never saw myself publishing a book, but here I am, doing something extreme I didn’t know I wanted.  Something my family has doubted the possibility of since my great-grandmother, Nanny, published her Christian book of poetry.  She didn’t do anything with it, so it didn’t go anywhere.  She chose not to do anything with it for her own reasons.  I have so many reasons I am doing this.

By the way, what do you think of vlogging?  I’m curious.

Anyway, until next time!  Thanks for reading y’all!

A ‘Possible’ Agent

Hey y’all!  Yeah, I haven’t written, but I’ve been very busy wrapping things up on several ends.

First, my daughter’s in her last few weeks of school, so there’s MAP testing, Interim Assessments, and makeup work to raise a couple of her grades.  It’s a more trying time than normal because she’s not on her behavioral medication, because I’m not taking her out, not even to a routine checkup with her doctor.  I will deal with her ‘tude’ and helicopter her for the remainder of the school year.  I have taken the corona virus quarantine very seriously.

My birthday was last Sunday.  So, yup, I’m another year older, and I spent the entire day doing absolutely nothing.  Hubby and sat on sat on our front porch for most of it because the weather was absolutely gorgeous.  Around mid-morning, I mixed a couple Cape Cod Spritzers for us, and sat on the porch drinking them in.  At lunch, we ate and drank beer.  The only productive thing I did the whole day was talk and laugh with my hubby, and sang and danced with our daughter in the living room.  I also received several birthday wishes from my parents and friends!  It was a fantastic day!

Having said all that, the day before my birthday, I completed my manuscript!  I am so excited!  Now, that being said, I have already been in touch with my ‘possible’ agent, and I swear, I think we spoke over the phone for the better part of an hour.  I was so nervous, but my ‘possible’ agent was excellent.  He calmed my nerves and had me laughing, but the best part about our conversation is that he seemed to get a quick grasp of my personality.  My quirky personality shines all throughout my book, so I actually not nervous anymore about publishing my book.  I am anxious, excited, and eager to get started on the next stage.  The hardest part is over, for now because I’m taking a short, vacation-like break from creating in writing.  I’m going to write down ideas, but I’m not creating any new material.  Only for a short time.

The bottom line as of right now, there’s a 50% chance they won’t accept my work, but there’s a 50% chance they will accept my work.  Monday, when I submit my manuscript to my ‘possible’ agent, he will then give it to one of his people to read and review.  I’ll know one way or the other, ‘will they publish me, will they not publish me’, in 5-7 business days.  So, “Y’all Didn’t Hear It From Me” will be in my ‘possible’ agent’s inbox first thing Monday morning.

If y’all would, please say a pray and send positive vibes my way, for my book. I would love to make this dream a reality.  I would love for y’all to read it after it’s published!  Please, leave your positivity in the comments below.

Thanks for reading, and following me y’all. I appreciate and value every one of you.  Positive vibes!

Update: Quarantined to Protect, Writing To Distract

Hey y’all!  I don’t know how all of y’all are fairing, whether you’re required to work outside your home, or if you’ve been able to turn the tables and work from home, whether you have children home from school, or you’re children were already in online school, or whether you’ve chosen to follow the quarantine regulations, or not.  I wanted to touch base with y’all, and let you know I’m doing well, my family is doing well, and we’re taking every precautionary measure we can to keep well.

Sometimes I feel like I’m overreacting, cleaning too much.  Other times I feel like I’m not taking the Coronavirus serious enough though I know I am.  The last time I went shopping was last Friday, March 20th, and I took a pair of nitrile with me and put them on as I was walking into my local Walmart.  I took extra precautionary measures grabbing a few disinfectant wipes as I walked by one of Walmart’s many stations, and sanitized my cart the best I could before I began my shopping.  Not once did a I touch my face and I tried maintaining a certain distance from others while shopping.  I was not surprised by the limited stock on most of the food shelves.  Things went well, until I went to checkout.  The cashier who rang me up, she asked me about my gloves, and informed me I was now carrying germs with me on those gloves.  Just so you know, she was not wearing gloves at all.  She should have been.  To make matters more uncomfortable, I was buying a 12 pack of Pabst beer, and she needed to ID me.  I don’t mind showing my ID, but I specifically held my license so all she had to do was look at it to type my birth date in, but what did she do?  She took my license from me, using her ungloved hand, after saying something about my gloved hands.  My honest opinion, she should have been wearing gloves and a face-mask if she has no choice but to work in the public.  With the Coronavirus at large, no one should be questioning people wearing gloves right now.

This whole mess has me nervous, mainly because it scares me to death my husband could come down with it.  With his heart condition, which he is receiving disability for, I’m afraid of losing him.  I nearly lost him in 2015, when his heart condition occurred.  Granted, it happened because he had a mouth full of bad teeth and had them surgically removed all at once, causing the poison from his bad teeth to seep down into his body and attack his heart.  I know there are people recovering from this nasty virus, but I still don’t want him, or anyone in my family, to come down with it.

This is why we’re taking every precautionary measure we can.  I do any shopping solo.  Once I get home, we go into full disinfecting mode.  Shopping bags go on the floor until we unpack them.  I spray what I can spray, wash what needs washed, and we put away.  We throw all the plastic shopping bags out, I spray all surfaces down with cleaning spray and do a wipe down of the counters and kitchen table, and then I get into a shower.  I order everything I can online to maintain social distancing as I would rather deal with one person, the delivery person, than take the chance in public.  At least the delivery drives leaves the packages on the porch, then I take care and dispose of the packages from the porch.  Nothing comes in the house that doesn’t need to be in the house, and I spray the items once I bring them inside, then I wash my hands.  Like I said, I feel like I’m overreacting, but I know I’m not.

I have never been more thankful to work from home than I am now.  The same goes for my daughter in online school.  Believe it or not, this time of quarantine is actually quite nice.  It’s a lifestyle I’m all too familiar with and very comfortable.  With the quarantine in affect, I’m scooting right through finishing my manuscript.  I can’t believe how far I’m come since I began working on it back in December.  My goal deadline to finish it is April 25th, then I’m taking an entire day off, for myself, and on the 27th I’m going to begin work on putting the stories in the order I want them, and then my husband is going to help me convert my manuscript into a single word document so I can then email it to Page Publishing.  I can’t believe it’s finally coming together!

So anyway, what do y’all think about any of this?  Are you as worried as I feel about this Coronavirus pandemic?  Are you taking the measures needed to safeguard yourself and your family?  How are you feeling about quarantine?

As we continue through these trying times, stay safe, stay healthy, and most importantly, please stay home… if you can.

Thanks for reading y’all!  I’ll post again soon!

St. Patrick’s Day Dinner Tradition, and Further Updates

Hey y’all!  I’m posting as promised!  Sadly I have no photos to share because I didn’t take any.  I had a decent day, but wasn’t feeling like photos.  That’s all.

My corning beef and cabbage came out perfectly. I put my brisket into the crock pot after finishing with my 7am class, added a few cups of water, turned the crock pot on high, and let it cook until about 4:30pm.  Fall apart, melt in your mouth, like butter, delicious!  My landlady’s husband is Irish, but he doesn’t like corned beef, so I made her a plate and invited her over. She loved it as well. Said it was ‘the bomb’.  The cabbage I fried up using my wok, a little bit of vegetable oil, and some natural corned beef stock from the crock pot.  Add seasoning to taste; salt, pepper, and Mrs. Dash Extra Spicy. Cook it down then add hot sauce and simmer. Mouth watering.  I boiled, then baked my red-skinned potatoes.  I’ve never done this before, but wow, they came out as good as my roasted potato recipe.  All in all, a great meal turn out considering I couldn’t get my hands on any Guinness beer to go with it.  Instead, my husband and I enjoyed some Bud Light Platinum.

The day wasn’t as busy as I initially thought and planned for it to be.  My parents are feeling their age and have been tired and achy with the weather, not to mention their own health ailments, so I didn’t have to go clean their place yesterday.  I wouldn’t have minded doing the cleaning for them, but they said it could wait until next week.  I did still go to my doctor’s appointment, a follow up on my eczema, and working to find a medication for it that my insurance will cover.  We tried Eucrisa and it works, really well, but insurance doesn’t cover it and it’s WOW expensive.  It’ll get figured out.

After I got home from my doctor’s appointment, I jumped right into cooking the rest of our St. Patrick’s Day dinner.  So, that was that.

Now, I’m fully focusing on finishing my manuscript.  It’s about halfway done, but the only stories I have left are those in my file on my computer.  I’ll be writing, revising, editing, and getting those polished up over the next month, then I’m sorting, categorizing, and preparing the file to submit to Page Publishing.  Fingers crossed!

This last week, though I was hanging outside on my porch because our weather was beyond beautiful, I sat outside with my writing binder, composing rough drafts from some notes I wrote a few years ago.  I had originally titled the entirety of the story ‘The Battlefield’, but after rereading all my notes, I decided a better route is breaking the story up into three shorter, but more detailed stories.

‘Dad Has What?’ is my dad’s cancer story from my point of view.  It was a very stressful time, a very scary situation, and I was only 14 years old.

‘The Gavel Hits Home’ is my story about the custody battle between my mother and dad, for me and my little sister.  It wasn’t pretty.

Finally, ‘Sneaky, Sneaky’ is about a little no-no I did while on visitation with my mother.  I was a well-behaved teenager, for the most part, but this is about something I did against my mother, without her knowledge, and I believe it helped us during the custody hearings.

So, as you can see, I’m still working, still writing, and to be honest, avoiding public places as much as possible, what with this Coronavirus, COVID-19, cautionary scare.  I’m not saying I don’t believe it, I’m saying I’m using as much caution as I can and I understand the fear of it.  Thank goodness my daughter is in online school.  However, I am wondering what they’re going to do as EOG’s and EOC’s were scheduled for the end of next month, but are currently suspended until further notice, so to keep our kids healthy.  So we can all stay healthy.

As always everyone, thank you for reading, and y’all, please stay healthy and safe!