Friends = Tremendous Blessings

marymestacyThis one’s for you, M.L. Crum — Birthday Girl today! And to Stacy Einfalt, 2 incredible authors and who are also beautiful people I had the privilege of spending yesterday with.

Yesterday my 2 author friends and I attended the Mainstreet Martinsburg Chocolate/Book Fair. We got off to a confusing start, unable to find our venue. Even the police directing traffic didn’t seem to have a clue where we were supposed to go! I’m blaming my frazzled emotions on still recovering from the knee replacement surgery, and after some frustration I started weeping in Stacy’s car. She and Mary (the aforementioned M.L. Crum) were very supportive and encouraging. They did everything right, carrying my 2 bags of books for me (we got a good parking spot right in front of our venue once we found it!).  We each sold some books, met some nice people. It was a long and exhausting day for me especially, but I’m glad I went. I had been looking forward to that event for MONTHS and I was gonna go if I had to do it on crutches!

So now I am home, feeling better every day. Leg’s fine. Backache persists but isn’t as bad as it had been. I grew reflective this morning, thinking how I can get so fearful of the future and aging, and then am overwhelmed by the beauty and generosity of people like Mary and Stacy. I don’t know what I did in a past life to deserve all the good people in my world–Mary and Stacy are but 2 fantastic people I’ve come to call friends, and I like to think these friendships are “Good Karma” rewards for something I’ve done in the past.

So a shout out to Birthday Girl Mary and our driver and children’s author extraordinaire, Stacy! Thank you for being my friends!  I love you gals!

My terrible no good very bad day

summergiftI don’t mean this blog to be where I rant and whine, but the Fates were truly conspiring against us yesterday and I need to let off some steam.

Since my April 17th knee replacement, I’ve been suffering miserable low back pain, Finally last Tuesday my family doctor wrote me an Rx for an anti-inflammatory, which seemed to work. But I had also called the Ortohopedics’ spine dr, and my family dr said yes keep that appointment too and tell him I put you on the anti-inflammatory.

So yesterday morning I see this new spine dr, Dr. K. He X-rays my lower spine to discover arthritis has settled in my lower back, hence the pain. HE perscribes a DIFFERENT medication, tells me to stop taking the anti-inflammatory. OK. He also perscribes back exercises be added to my physical therapy sessions. As luck would have it, I have a PT session at 1, so after lunch we’ll swing back to the clinic and do that.

So we go home from that morning appointment to feed the cats and stuff before my 1pm appointment. Dave also wants to take back the walker we borrowed from Ruritan Club since I have my Rollator and like it better anyway (for some reason the surgeon insisted I get a walker and not use the Rollator, but, whatever).

Dave does not suffer from the neurotic fear of being later for things like I do. “We have plenty of time,” he’ll say, as I gnaw on my knuckles just knowing some delay will make us horrendously late.

ANYWAY, Ruritan Club is literally just down the road from us, so Dave and I set out. There is road construction. My stress level rises. Then there’s a damn train on the tracks sitting MOTIONLESS, when we are just 1/4 mile away from Ruritan Club! Dave is starting to get a little agitated so he turns around, takes another route, and drops the walker off.

By now it is past noon!

We finally reach Dave’s favorite Chinese restaurant, Supreme Buffet.  Our favorite waitress, Summer, knows I have had recent surgery and is one of the sweetest little gals you could ever meet. She surprised me with a hair clip and pin (photo above) which of course sends me into a fit of grateful weepiness, which apparently is the way I roll lately.

I am stressed that I will be late for my PT appointment, so I ask Summer to bring the check right away so we can leave quickly, which she does. We leave with about 15 minutes before my appointment.

Traffic is moving at a snail’s pace and 1pm is inching closer and closer. Finally Dave drops me off at the PT door and says, “I’ll be back, I’m almost out of gas.” So he goes to fill the tank while I go for my appointment.

Walk in and the receptionist says, oh you already saw a Dr today. Insurance won’t pay for a 2nd visit in the same day.

WTF?!

So I text Dave and say, just come get me and take me home.

While I wait for Dave to come get me, my PT guy comes out and says, I’m sorry Peni they never should have scheduled that appointment with Dr. K when they knew you had PT this afternoon. So he sees to it another therapist will see me today at noon. I am so disgusted and tired and frazzled I just break down and cry again.

I am so upset I tell Dave I don’t think I want to attend the Chocolate/Book Fair tomorrow, an event I have been looking forward to for MONTHS. But I do want to go and I will just have to tough out any backache.

If this is an example of what my future holds, I don’t know if I can handle it. I know people deal with much bigger issues and I am a whiny baby but geez it’s like EVERYTHING was conspiring against us yesterday except for sweet little Summer gifting me with the trinkets.

 

 

 

 

 

The Wonder of Synchronicity

jennybooksyn·chro·nic·i·ty
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noun
  1. 1.
    the simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection.
    “such synchronicity is quite staggering”
    A funny thing happened yesterday as I lie in bed attempting to nap. As I recover from knee replacement surgery (it was only last Tuesday!), my mind went to a story idea. I have often thought of writing letters to my 17 nieces and nephews, since they are the closest things to children I’ll ever have. Just personal little notes telling them what I love about each individual, why I am so proud of them, etc.
    Then it occurred to me, maybe writing the letters in a book form would make a good novel!
    But I wouldn’t want to embarrass my niblings, so I considered switching out their names for similar yet fictitious ones ( Tarin becomes Karin, Traci becomes Staci, etc).
    After being unable to get comfortable, I decide to go down and play Boggle with a group of online friends like I normally do in the afternoons. One of my dear boggle buddies is a lovely Englishwoman I’ll call J. As we Boggle, we also chat and she tells me she has just watched the movie, Guernsey Literary Potato Peel Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Burrows. She says she has read the EPISTOLARY NOVEL years ago.
    Just moments before I was considering writing an epistolary novel and she mentions it!  (Definition of epistolary novel is one written in a series of letters, by the way).  How bizarre of a coincidence is that?!
    Anyway, I haven’t blogged in awhile (this healing is taking a lot of my time and energy), but such synchronicities always leave me flabbergasted. I like to think of them as good signs, don’t you?
    And as I heal from this surgery, I can use all the good signs I can get.
     Hope this little post made you smile!

A new phase in life and a dangling carrot

pexels-photo-904616.jpegDave and I have clearly entered a new phase in our lives. Since last October, he has retired and my biological clock has ticked its last seconds. He has grown a very attractive gray beard and within days I will have a new knee. Somehow I got the bum end of that deal!

So I think I can safely say my Crone stage has begun. And once I am back on my feet, I’m going to celebrate this new rite of passage with my EIGHTH tattoo!

And although I haven’t been productively writing, I have been considering offering an incentive program for anyone who would be willing to host a book discussion group about The Puritan Chronicles Trilogy

Every morning I click on the The Greater Good’s many sites. One click a day (depending on which site you click on) helps refund research for Alzheimer’s or diabetes, for example. Or saves square footage of rain forest. Another site feeds shelter animals.

My proposal is, to whomever is interested in hosting a book discussion group on any of my Puritan Chronicles books, will get a free gift from The Greater Good. Their merchandise is wonderful! They have everything from clothing to car accessories. Every purchase from their store helps fund a great cause.

So here’s what prospective book group hosts/hostesses do:

  1. email a photo of your group holding up their copies of either book in the trilogy to puritanwitch@gmail.com
  2. Provide your name and mailing address (I’ll even extend this to those outside the US!). Tell me a little something about yourself ( Favorite color? Cat or dog lover? Coffee drinker? etc). If you have a preference of which site gets the benefit of your gift, please also mention that.
  3.  You’ll get a free gift for each book you host a discussion about. Just email me a separate photo of your group holding up their copies!

So I’m going to throw this offer out there and hopefully get some nibbles. If you’re in a book discussion group now and enjoy reading historical fiction and enjoy getting a free gift AND want to help a charity at no cost to you, this is your chance!