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August 7, 2018
August 6, 2018
Rain
We got slapped with so much rain last week a road collapsed, leaving a twenty foot hole. Climate change is a hoax......Rrrright.August 5, 2018
Mamma Mia 2
Definitely a chick flick. My husband sent his profuse thanks to my friend for going with me so he didn't have to. Grin. I loved it. It took me a bit to get into it because of the new characters, but once I did, I was hooked. It has a different feel to it from the first one, but just as good in its own way. Highly recommended, especially for any woman who has a daughter or is a child of the sixties.
*Spoiler alert. I did miss Meryl.
Have you seen it? Did you like it?
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August 3, 2018
Montana Shootists-A Time Travel Romance
New Release Montana Shootists A Time Travel RomanceBlurb:Present Day: Abby loved David all her life. Growing up they were inseparable. After high school, when he joined the Marines she did too.Then disaster struck.After leaving the Marines, she returns to the family ranch in Montana hoping to heal her shattered heart.On a ride into the foothills she sees something glowing in the side of the mountain. When she goes to investigate she discovers a fist-sized sapphire that turns her already fragile world upside down.
1882: Jake Barrow is a part-time gambler, full-time hired gun. His decisions are based on hunches and the turn of a card. He’s in the foothills when a young woman comes tumbling down the mountain. Unsure whether Lady Luck has dealt him a good hand or a bad, he takes one look at the beauty at his feet and doesn’t need to shuffle the deck to know she’s his destiny.
Excerpt:The cloying scent of roses hung heavy in stifling air.An occasional leaf rustled in the stop-and-start breeze, and a solitary bee droned in the background. Murmuring and shifting came from the onlookers on white folding chairs. Tissues dabbed at damp brows on an unusually scorching May afternoon. All became quiet as a commanding figure strode onto the stage. Clapping broke out that quieted when he raised his hand. He began to speak. “Good…” The microphone shrieked. He tapped it and tried again. “Sorry ladies and gentlemen.” He cleared his throat and his sonorous voice boomed out a lengthy welcome before his features settled into solemn lines befitting the occasion. “PFC Jennings, for action above and beyond the call of duty, for saving twenty-three lives—both civilian and service—I award you the Navy and Marine Corp Medal.” With great ceremony, the President pinned the octagonal bronze medal on the Marine’s chest.“Thank you, Mr. President.” Not by so much as a twitch did the Marine acknowledge the tension building between tight shoulder blades or the stabbing pain between the eyes.Once again, applause broke out from the seated attendees on the verdant lawn. The President turned off the microphone. “I’m sorry we couldn’t honor your fallen, fellow Marine today but his mother is ill. We’ll have the presentation next month. You’ll attend of course.”“Of course, Mr. President.”“I’ve been told he was an exemplary man and Marine.”The Marine’s heart tightened. “None better.”“What are your plans now?”“My family has a ranch in Montana, sir. I’m going home.”“Two tours in Iraq, then saving nearly two dozen people when a fire broke out in a nightclub when you were finally stateside, I’d say you earned it.”I didn’t save the one that counted. “Good luck to you.”“Thank you, Mr. President.” With a clipped nod, a salute and sharp, tight-cornered turn, the Marine marched off the stage, this time the applause thunderous.Once through the crowd of well-wishers, the Marine reached a beat-up red convertible, hopped in and pulled out into traffic. At the first stoplight, Abigail Jennings threw her hat in the back seat, pulled the pins from her long russet hair and shook it free. Her bags packed, and in the trunk, she headed west. $2.99 @ Amazon $0.00 Kindle Unlimited
August 2, 2018
August 1, 2018
Street Art Thursday
My Son, DDIL, and GrandsJuly 31, 2018
July 30, 2018
Franky and the Cicadas
I heard a ghastly noise out on the porch and went to investigate. The other three cats had their eyes on Frank. It came as no surprise that he had something in his mouth. He saw me--his fun and games nemesis--and bulleted off the porch, the screeching going with him. I took off after him at a more sedate pace. Finally, I caught up with him, his toy still in his mouth, and picked him up. The horrible shrieking continued, I swear I could feel his toy vibrating just by holding him. It was now clear his current play thing was a cicada. I held on till Frank gave in and dropped his toy. The cicada flew off to safety, squealing all the way and Franky, tail swishing, took off to find his next victim, er, toy.
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