Sam is thinking the same thoughts I'm thinking, though not as verbosely, of course.
We are both in the throes of it.
(We've both been to the doctor, and feel like wimps when he tells us to 'hang in there'.)
I've haven't felt like playing in the tea room.
That's when I KNOW I don't feel well.
I love playing in the the tea room.
But I don't feel bad enough not to blog.
'Course I don't have to shampoo my hair or change clothes to blog.... so here I am....
... ready to tell you something.
We (actually) finished our book.
You can click HERE for the Amazon page on it.... and there is where you can click to 'look inside'.
Some of you know that I've been working on it for years. And then Sam became a part - and we've both been working on it for a while.
I added my part, then he added his part.
I wanted a different cover (with a picture of me pulling my hair out), but Sam (wisely) thought better and so there you have it.
So now you know.
And I'm picking at my cuticles just telling you about it.
In other news, please take my poll about birth order (if it's still up).
Some of you won't fit at all in any birth order poll, or info - as I don't, being a twin with no other siblings. But you can still have an opinion about which is best.
I write that to tell you that I've started writing a new book(!).... about growing up as a twin... and then being twinless... and then all the stuff that goes on when a Christian (my twin) has (had) cancer, and when well-meaning people try to help.
Hmm. That sounds like three books. But it will be one.
I say all that to say that telling YOU about it may make it actually happen. (And I may put bits and pieces here into this blog - since there are just so many times I can tell you about
In closing here's a picture of Sweet Caroline on Grandparent's Day at her school last month....
She gave me that potted marigold right behind her.
I think I gave it my bad cold/allergies. :(
But oh, I adore sweet, beautiful, precious, kind, giving Caroline.
And I'm getting to play 'Grandma'.
(Her real Grandma Peggy died 24 years ago yesterday.)
It's always a teary time this time of year.
But I'm ready to write about Peggy, finally.
And I've already gotten the pages numbers done!
(Well, more than that.)