Anybody Out There?

When I created this blog it was intended to communicate, interact, and exchange ideas. I tend toward being a loner, not an introvert because I can schmooze with the best of them when it is required. Getting a smile back from the grocery check-out clerk gives me a great feeling. The idea I might have helped cheer someone’s day is wonderful. I try this on a lot of folks.

Conversation. I often enjoy it and I’m pretty good at keeping it going after learning a bit of the art of it, when and how to ask questions, and avoiding trite replies like “you’re kidding! really? no way!” and instead reply with “tell me more or that’s wonderful (or shocking) or I understand” which encourages engagement.

For several years I had a very best friend, one that would call me to check up, invite me over, get together for meals, she loved coming to my place to hang out. She taught me how to be a long term friend, since my youth was spent traveling to different stations my father was transferred to with the USAF. So friend making, true friend making, wasn’t part of my wheel house. My parents had their adult friends – most of whom worked with dad and moved where he did, but I really only had my sisters. Meeting her as an adult was enlightening to say the least. We took trips together, enjoyed music and wine together, loved the beach. But…she and her husband divorced and she moved to St. Louis to be with her elderly parents. We lost a lot of contact, and I lost that friend.

Her parents have both passed now, details of the estate have been sorted and she is staying in St. Louis until her daughter graduates high school. The light in this is she plans to move back to Tucson and I am thrilled.

Maybe I won’t give in so readily to my aloneness or that wee bit of melancholy you saw in last weeks post. BTW the test result from the 19th was good news. The room where I write, blog, do voice over, and sew in has become more and more about being in my own space. I covet my time in it.

However…back to the blog.

I don’t get many comments and I wondered why? Is there something I’m missing in what I share? If you have any constructive advice and comments I would love to hear them. More pictures, videos, book reviews, music reviews?

So I sit, praying for rain and cooler temps in Southern Arizona with a three hour YouTube video of fall rain playing on my laptop. I look forward to hearing from you.

Cheers!

-N

hubby blog

Chuck was venting and I told him it was blog fodder and he needs to put it down. So he’s gonna do it. He asked me if blog fodder was a technical terms and I told him it is for me. That works, right?

He is a great observer of humans, and his perspective is a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. His pet peeve is “strategic victimization” which he sees as a form of modern slavery.  I encourage him to jump into the debate in his blog and see what interaction will result.

He is an intelligent man, has integrity and he works hard. He’s a bit of a procrastinator, he has lots of ideas, reads a lot, and is honorable.

I feel his blog will offer an interesting read. Go for it Chuck.

I will share his link when he gets it set up.

Cheers!

-N

Getting excited

I’m sitting here in my writing cave excited about progress I’ve made. I’ve submitted as short story to a literary magazine with the hope it will be accepted for publication. The Green Bag is a story about sisters. I know about sisters considering I have two of them. The relationship of sisters is unique, often hilarious, flowing with secrets and can be volatile. The unbreakable attachment is almost always there if they’ve grown up together.

My story is told in flashbacks, of the life history of two very different, yet close sisters. I have mirrored this journey in my own relationship with my sisters. Though the situations aren’t the same as my own, it is fiction after all, the way these two women interact is acutely familiar.

Also…I am almost completely set up to self-publish my first novel Blame it on Whiskey. The story is written, the final draft is ready and now the cover art is the only part left. Once that is ready I can download the whole thing to Amazon for Kindle. It is a bit nerve wracking yet so thrilling to think the reading public is going to meet these people, these fictional human characters, whom I know so well.

Updates to come.

Cheers!

-N

I don’t get it

My great-niece Trinity, whom I have mentioned before manages to keep me current on what teenagers are up to. I must say there are times I just don’t get it. Trina is a very cool chick, I mean this is the girl who at age eight educated me on Hannah Montana – hello.

I saw a post of hers on Facebook where she did one of those surveys where you give short answers to a list of questions, then have your followers copy and paste the list and do their own answers. She answered the question about being single as “totally not.” Ok, I’ve met her boyfriend, he’s a real cutie, but there was no mention of my 15 year old niece getting married.

I’ve seen other people do this also.

In my day (does that make me sound old?) a single person was someone who was unmarried. Otherwise you were dating, going steady, had a boyfriend/girlfriend. But you were still single. I guess it goes along with sex being downgraded to just a part of getting to know someone and not an act of commitment. Once that cherry is popped it’s all over except for the cleanup.

Something else I don’t get and maybe this goes along with the LOL, wtf, c u 2 and all that. When did the sound of the letter T get changed or in most cases disappear. For example the word button. When you read it you see two T’s.  BuTTon. But I hear it pronounced as buh-un. This aggravates me as much as someone saying newcewler instead of nuclear, reeluhter instead of realtor.

Anyway, that is the rant for this blogging day. FYI-I can do the Cupid Shuffle!

Cheers!

-N

 

A change is nice

I just got back from four days away from home.  Two of the days were spent driving to the San Fernando Valley to be with my daughter and back home. We had a birthday party to attend and then whatever we wanted to do the rest of the time.

Splendid.

The birthday party was Saturday afternoon,  so morning was breakfast at Weiler’s and the best Eggs Benedict I’ve ever had. I always have breakfast at least once at Weiler’s when I go to the Valley.

Then the party. It was one of those parties for a one year old but really ends up being a more for the adults. Still very fun and the little guy made a haul.

That night was take out from Stonefire Grill. Yummy food.  Drank a good wine with the food and watched movies.

Sunday was sleep12771726_10208566974638499_4241239779438382470_oing in and then take out from another of my must visit places, Cavarettas Deli. We got super fresh deli sandwiches, pasta salad and cannoli’s that were so good as usual. We ate our lunch and enjoyed the afternoon at Rosenthal Wine Tasting in Malibu.

It’s one of my wine clubs.

After the food and wine we walked across the street to the Pacific Ocean.

Come on I cannot be that close to the ocean and not go get my feet wet. In this case I got wet up to my waist. I found a great rock to sit on just at the surf line so I just sat there and every four or five waves would wash up on me. That was the pic I posted yesterday of me standing fully clothed in the water.

It was heavenly.

We stopped at a pizza place to pick up dinner for friends who just had twin boys a few days before. We got to hold these tiny (5lb) humans. I love newborn baby smell and the person who could come up with a cream that could make your skin that soft would be a cajillionaire.

Since the next day was work/travel day we ate dinner at Marmalade Cafe, another yummy must add to my list and then chilled at Melissa’s place for an early night.

Monday morning I left for Tucson. The drive wasn’t bad even though I was in LA traffic during morning rush and Phoenix traffic during afternoon rush-ok I’m an idiot.

Sirius was playing jazz so I was calm.

Millie was glad to see me and it was nice to sleep in my own bed. My daughter is a very cool person to hang out with and she restores my faith in humans. I missed having Chuck there, but he is slaving in North Dakota. It would be nice to spend more time there with my girl, yet I’m good with my days of a little change of place.

Cheers!

-N