Monday, April 20, 2015

I know most of you are thinking I must be dead and buried, it's been so long since I've posted!  I apologize.  A lot has been going on here along with a bad case of writer's block.  

What have I been up to all this time?  Well, one thing I've been doing a lot of reading.  I'm hoping that I'll be inspired to start writing again as a result.  I've been fortunate to find ebooks for my kindle on Amazon at reasonable prices.  (Not that a good book priced at $24.95 is necessarily unreasonable, but since I'm retired and living on a fixed income and have been reading several books per month, I've tried to stay with in the $0.99--$4.99 price range.   I know....I come across as cheap, but I do what I have to do!)
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I just finished reading a series of books written by Tracy Ellen, and I loved them.   They are funny, sexy, and entertaining.  The first two are pictured above.  If you decide you want to laugh while reading hot, sexy scenes and some on-going mystery....I recommend you click below!

You'll be taken to Tracy Ellen's books in the Amazon kindle bookstore.

Well, that's it for today, peeps!  Hope you haven't forgotten me!


Thursday, January 1, 2015

Happy New Year!

                   Here's wishing you all health, wealth, and happiness in 2015!


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Rest Home Christmsas--Author Unknown

T' was the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,                                                                                

And all of us seniors were looking our best.

Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;

Our punch bowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.

A bed sock was taped to each walker, in hope

That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.

We surely were lucky to be there with friends,

Secure in this residence and in our Depends.

Our grandkids had sent us some Christmassy crafts,

Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.

The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,

And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath.

The bedpans, so shiny, all stood in a row,

Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow.

Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop --

Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.

Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,

Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.

The social director then had us play games,

Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"

Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,

Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.

Our resident wanderer was tied to her chair,

In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.

Security lights on the new fallen snow

Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.

Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter

But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter.

A strange little fellow flew in through the door,

Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.

'Twas just our director, all togged out in red.

He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.

We knew from the way that he strutted and jived

Our social security checks had arrived.

We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak,

Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight p.m. stroke.

And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds

While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.

And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.

'Fore long you'll be with us; we wish you the best.


Thought I'd share this poem with you, since this is my first Christmas in my 70's!


Thursday, December 18, 2014

Throwback Thursday!

aI couldn't resist posting this picture of Kimball Hall at the University of Maine in Machias, Maine, where I lived my freshman and sophomore years of college.  During our sophomore year, my roommates, Joy Fitzherbert and Gail Wood and I shared the "premier" spot in the dorm:  it was referred to as "the apartment" and consisted of one large room, a smaller room, and our own private full bath, and was directly adjacent (through the window) to the porch roof.

In the spring, we would throw our pillows and blankets out the window onto the porch  roof and lie out on the roof to get a tan.  The rail detail around the edge of the porch roof served as a barrier to hide us from people on campus, although I understand we posed a bit of a distraction for male students in the second floor laboratory in the classroom building across the street and just slightly higher up the hill!

Those were the days!