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May 4, 2020

Rebirth and New Beginnings

About the time Captain passed, I was pruning my shrubs. Yes, it was December, but December in the South. I took a handful of the cuttings and stuck them in the ground near his grave. When spring arrived the only thing that could be seen was dry twigs peeking through overgrown grass. Finally, having enough of the eyesore I decided to clear the whole mess out.  In the middle of clipping I saw, to my surprise,  this lone bloom. It reminded me of rebirth and new beginnings, and gave me comfort.


Did anyone else see this article? I found it fascinating and hopefully helpful to folks with Covid or breathing issues.https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/how-a-free-extremely-low-risk-er-technique-is-saving-lives-from-coronavirus-215640425.html
For those on blogger, what do you think about the new setup? I think it will be fine when I get acclimated. Right now it's taking me forever to set up posts.

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May 3, 2020

Mateo's Law

Blurb:

A modern day, shape-shifting sheriff.

He’s the sheriff of a sparsely populated county in Montana. His blood brother and childhood best friend is Chief of Police on the Blackfoot Reservation, but they no longer speak. His deputy is a Southern transplant with the body of a high-priced call girl, a voice of honey and a mouth of a trucker. And if that’s not enough, he’s got a secret that would stun those that know him best. Other than that, it’s business as usual for Sheriff Mateo Grey.

 

Excerpt:

A chill March wind lifted Chief Deputy Blair Delaney’s ponytail and nipped her skin as she stepped out of the patrol car, snapping a twig beneath a sturdy boot. With a flick of her thumbs, she turned up her collar and burrowed deeper into her worn, brown bomber jacket.

The setting sun hovered on the horizon and outlined a dark-barked, bare-leaved oak that arced over the porch of Sheriff Mateo Grey’s cabin.

The temperature dropped. A wolf howled.

She spun on her heel. The large gray predator stood at the edge of the property, watching her. As seconds ticked, he held her gaze but came no closer. Finally, as if bored by the whole situation, he turned his head and loped behind the cabin to disappear into the trees.

Whoosh. Blair didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until she expelled it. She’d seen the wolf before. That one and an older version that melted into the forest whenever she appeared. Apparently, they considered Mateo’s property part of their territory. And speaking of which, where the hell was he?

She took an impatient step forward then faltered as the hair on the back of her neck rose. The sense of a malevolent presence increased with the disappearance of the wolf. Her hand on the pistol at her waist, she whipped around and stared into the trees that surrounded the house. She appreciated Mateo’s desire for privacy but did it have to be in the middle of bum fuck nowhere?

Blair considered herself a pragmatist and seldom gave way to flights of fancy. Still a ripple of unease stole over her like a thick, tangible mist smothering her senses. She drew her gun, forcing her hand not to tremble.

“Delaney.”

She whirled. The sheriff stood on the porch shirtless and shoeless, worn jeans riding low on lean hips. Her heart gave a hard thump and her blood pooled at her feet. Dammit to hell, why couldn’t she work for someone who was overweight, balding and ate too many donuts? Though, on the plus side, he did have a way of heating her up and keeping the chill at bay.

He took one swift glance at the gun and was off the porch and at her side in four long-legged strides. Even in the biting wind she could feel heat pouring off him.

“Aren’t you cold?”

He ignored the question and cut to the heart of the matter. “What’s wrong? Why is your gun drawn?”

Feeling like an idiot, she cleared her throat. With his appearance the malevolent sensation dissipated like smoke. “I thought someone was watching.” She holstered her gun.

He took a step past her, alert, dangerous.

 

Bio:

Sandra is a vegetarian, animal lover and avid gardener. She lives with her husband,their dog and cats in sunny North Carolina.

Her stories consist of all things western…and more. She is a category bestselling Amazon author, Eppie finalist and Golden Ankh Award winner.

You can find her at: https://www.sandracox.blogspot.com .

Her twitter handle: Sandra_Cox

Her Amazon Page: http://tinyurl.com/SandraAtAmz


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If you were a shapeshifter, what animal would you be? Where would you live?
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April 30, 2020

Friday's Good Read


I’m thrilled to have good bud and author D.L. Finn sharing her new cover with us today. Welcome, D.L.
Thank you for hosting me today, Sandra:) I’m super excited to be here and share the cover of my new book, “This Last Chance,” along with some new Fun Finn Facts.



BLURB:
Six months ago, Amber Dodges’ sister was murdered at the hands of an unidentified killer. While searching for answers, she realizes her own life might be in danger, too. Nester, the evildwel, has always fed on fear and pain, but now finds his way of life is making him sick. Unfortunately, his weakness could result in a painful death by his own kind, so he does the unthinkable by trying to communicate with the angel assisting Amber. Both desperately need answers. With a powerful snowstorm approaching, Amber must decide who to trust, and Nester’s only hope comes from his enemy. The outcome not only determines if Amber and Nester survive but the world as they know it.
AMAZON PRE-ORDER LINK
Fun Finn Facts:
Amber’s house in "This Last Chance" is set in a vacation home we used to rent.The first ride I go on in Disneyland is, "The Pirates of the Caribbean."The drive from my house to Lake Tahoe takes approximately an hour and a half. 

Author Bio:
D. L. Finn is an independent California local who encourages everyone to embrace their inner child. She was born and raised in the foggy Bay Area, but in 1990 she relocated with her husband, kids, dogs, and cats to Nevada City, in the Sierra foothills. She immersed herself in reading all types of books but especially loved romance, horror, and fantasy. She always treasured creating her own reality on paper. Finally, surrounded by towering pines, oaks, and cedars, her creativity was nurtured until it bloomed. Her creations include adult fiction, poetry, a unique autobiography, and children’s books. She continues on her adventure with an open invitation to all readers to join her.
D.L. Finn Links:
Twitter
Facebook
Instagram
Pinterest
D.L. Finn blog
Purchase Links:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Smashwords

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April 29, 2020

Did You Know


Did you know, the etymology research of walrus and waggle, among other W words, in the OXFORD ENGLISH DICTIONARY was done by JRR Tolkien?
Information garnered from 150 Interesting Facts About our Favorite Authors
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April 28, 2020

Wacky Writerly Wednesday

And or tea for the tea drinking buds.

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Published on April 28, 2020 22:00

April 27, 2020

Tuesday

Tuesday greetings.
The roses are blooming.
The amaryllis has completely opened.
AND...He looks so innocent when he sleeps doesn't he? AND...Another picture from the bro's hospital room.  He had to go back in for a brief stent but he is out and doing fine. Beautiful, huh?
AND...
The HH got me a windspinner. Have you seen them or have them.  They're fascinating to watch.
Got masks?  I was stunned and dismayed at the number of people that weren't wearing masks when we made a run to one of the 'essential stores' this weekend. Including the clerks.

AND...
For the frontliners, the stay-at-homers and maskwearers, here's a freebie (where offered).

BLACK OPAL
Thanks to Stacy at Magic Love Crow for hosting me.

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April 23, 2020

Weekend Wishes

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April 22, 2020

Did You Know

Did you know, the phrase "dead as a doornail" originated with William Shakespeare?

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April 21, 2020

Wacky Writerly Wednesday

AND....

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April 20, 2020

Tuesday

One of those titmice flew on the porch again. This time with Frank in hot pursuit. I got the cat in and the bird out. Slow learner? I think so. 
AND...
Pictures from the garden. As you can see in the first pic, the weeds are alive and well.
This is the inside of the above Iris.
Sitting on the tool shed. Our Christmas Amaryllis decided to celebrate Easter instead and opened up Easter morning.
I got a giggle out of this and thought you might too:) Thanks for sharing, Tony. Pandemic Journal by Tony Ricciardelli
Depressing News 24/7Turn off that damn TV.Wash my handsMy palms smell like lilacs.Wear a maskThere’s sneeze-snot in my bandana.Mind the six-feet ruleBack off, Jack.Toilet paper ShortageTear me a page out of that paperback.Empty meat coolersSpam is king.Missing the grandkidsMaris is teething.COVID-19Who started this mess?
Close the schoolsMakes no difference.Work from homeLove that Kelly Clarkson show.Take-out onlyNot gonna happen.Consumers panicHoarder freaks.Stare into the refrigeratorThought the food fairy may have stopped by.Smile at self in the mirrorCreepy bastard.A-symptomaticHow the hell would I know?COVID-19Anybody getting laid, these Days?






A mouthful of chocolate chipsI’m on my third bag.Jonesin’ for shrimp and gritsA new culinary challenge.Goodbye social lifeMy wife is okay to hang out with, 
but . . .Conspiracy theoriesBlame the Illuminati.Remembering the good old daysLooking at old photos and my 
H.S. yearbook.Walmart is out of hand-sanitizerWill gasoline suffice?ConfusionMy colonoscopy has been canceled.COVID-19Somebody coughed on a cop.
Walk the neighborhoodWhere did all these kids come from?Social Media lifelineDid you watch the Masked Singer
 last night?Sext me, please.Bonding with my dogsLove those mutts.Imagining the worstWhat if I die and they find my porn?Hoping for the bestIt’s just allergies.Pessimism reignsNo baseball this year. I just know it.Thinking about confessionNot necessary, I’m just a 
low-level  sinner.  COVID-19Hope I live to write about it




April, 2020


Got Masks Got masks? Did you enjoy Tony's journal as much as I did? What's in your garden?

A freebie (where offered) for the frontliners, mask wearers and stay-at-homers.
Available at Amazon

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Published on April 20, 2020 21:30