I’ve finally been motivated to write my novel again, so blogging has been on the back burner. I’ve also been having a fun, bountiful, busy summer. I apologize for not getting to reading other blogs. I’m going to try and pop in to read them soon.We finally had a party on our new patio. Above, I’ve covered faces for anonymity. Over to the right, they were starting a fire in our firepit table for roasting marshmallows. I got good reviews about the party afterward. It was heavenly and unifying to bring together family with old friends. I, umm…ahem, got a little tipsy, but at least I didn’t have to drive (I paid for it the next day). Continue reading “Unity, Classic Cars, Football, and Mind Control”
This is the time of year I start to get nostalgic, and sometimes melancholy.
Where I grew up in the Midwest, my family and I spent Sundays watching football. We were die-hard fans, even when our team was losing and the games were blacked out. We listened to them on the radio when that happened. Younger Bears fans probably couldn’t imagine Soldier Field not selling out and subsequent blackouts. Continue reading “This Time of Year”
Can’t help it, I get choked up when I see old films of him … the man I wrote about in the story titled In the Bears Den with Dad. They gave out the award named after him before the big game started. Check out my chance encounter with him. Rome Home and Meatball
So, what did you think of the game? I’m not a fan of either team, so I had no preference. If I knew how to do polls, I’d put one up, but it’s amazing I even figured out how to put together this blog.
How bout the commercials? Any particular one grab your attention?
My thoughts on the game … preferred to see Eli win because he’s always living in some other QB’s shadow. This time the light’s on him. Sorry Patriots fan. My team didn’t even make it there so at least you had the joy of making it there (many times).
Not one single commercial made me laugh, nor were they memorable because I don’t even remember them now.
Until next year …
Over the weekend I originally planned to put up videos of my dogs. Unfortunately, I learned that this blog does not offer me the option of putting those up unless I upgrade. Sad to say, I’m not in a position to do so at this point. 😦 I don’t have a youtube account either, and don’t plan on opening one any time soon. But, as I said in my memoir, who knows what the future holds.
So, now I’m trying to figure out which topic I’d like to discuss first? Continue reading “Which topic today? How about a birthday?”
So here it is … finally … my first blog and my memoir anthology Home Avenue. WELCOME! If you can relate to anything I write here, please feel free to dive in with your own stories. I find human behavior fascinating and love to try and figure out why we do what we do. Why did I act, or react, a certain way? Why did s/he act, or react in a certain way? Okay, so maybe I analyze a too much, but in doing so I’ve improved many relationships in my life. Not because others did anything to change, but because I figured out a better way of working with them.
Here is a description of the stories in my anthology.
Don’t Blink is about a trip to Italy with six of my female relatives. The very first page will give you a snicker when you read about the fiascos of my grandma who came along for the trip. Any funny females in your family?
You better not be hungry when you read Hope Lies in Meatballs. Lots of Italian food you may be able to smell right through your tablet when you read this one. Anyone up for a recipe?
What was it like when you were a kid? Home Avenue is what life was like when we middle-agers were kids.
Don’t’ forget to read about my two heroes in In the Bears Den with Dad.
Stay tuned, if I can better figure out how to use this blog site, I’ll put up photos of things I refer to in my anthology.
If you like dogs, I also have one short story about my beloved dog in the book anthology Dogs and the Women Who Love Them.
I look forward to hearing your stories too. Share about your childhood neighborhood. How ‘bout a cooking story or recipe? Any “Daddy’s girls” reading this blog? I’d love to read about you.