My books can be purchased as e-books for only $1.99. If interested, just click here: Books.
Match Play is a golf/suspense novel. Dust of Autumn is a bloody one set in upstate New York. Prairie View is set in South Dakota, with a final scene atop Rattlesnake Butte. Life is the Arbor is a children's book about Rollie Rabbit and his friends (on about a fourth grade level). The Black Widow involves an elaborate extortion scheme. Doggy-Dog World is my memoir. And ES3 is a description of my method for examining English sentence structure.
In case anyone is interested in any of my past posts, you can find an archive list at the bottom of this page.
Monday, February 22
Our days here in the Valley have been almost unbelievably gorgeous—low eighties and calm air. Our fruit trees out in back have recovered from the frost bite they suffered a month ago and are now boisterously leafing and blossoming. Soon the air will be filled with the nearly overpowering aroma of orange and grapefruit blossoms. And our back patio is now warm enough that the boys can sit out there almost all afternoon. And soon even the nights will be warm enough that we can leave the back door open for them to sit out there and watch the bunnies cavort in the moonlight. Last night, Tiger and Tuffy lay side-by-side on top of our freezer staring out a back window to see what there was to see. The moon was full and the backyard was bathed in brilliant light. Such funny boys. They are both so adorable yet so often so mischievous. Tiger has begun to bring one of his little plastic balls to bed, where he’ll drop it between us, batting it around until the little interior bell wakes us up. He wants to play mid-night fetch. Last night, Rosalie obliged him with a ball toss out the bedroom door, and when he leaped down to retrieve it, she got up and shut the door. One toss and no fetch was enough. Then there’s Charlie, who acts so handsomely proper, disdainfully not engaging in any of their hi-jinx except when he occasionally runs with them in high-speed chases through the house. After all the years of having cats own us, we now understand how cruel it is to have only one cat. A single cat needs someone to buddy with other than the people who think they own him. Humans are no different. People need people. A solitary castaway on a desert island may as well be dead.
There, end of blogger’s block. Now we’ll see what tomorrow may bring.
- ▼ February (9)
- ► 2015 (133)
- ► 2014 (133)
- ► 2013 (152)
- ► 2012 (226)
- ► 2011 (218)
- ► 2010 (120)