Tuesday, August 26, 2008


What I see outside my window: (A mother squirrel has built a nest in a crook of the maple tree. The nest looks like a mass of brown autumn leaves. I can't imagine how they stay secure in such a precarious structure.)

It's my birthday today. I'll not reveal my age, but when I was born Eisenhower was president and the first copy of the Guinness Book of World Records was published.

When I woke up this morning (cat got me up at 6 am) there was a bouquet of flowers, a card, and a bag of pistachios on the kitchen table from my hubby. He included inside the card cash with the understand I am to use it to p
amper myself at the local hair spa. I'll let you know how that turns out. I remember the day when my hair was to my hips, silky, and dark. It's changed. Age does that to a woman.

August has been a good month. My husband was rehired at the job he retired from on June 30. My novel was accepted by an outstanding publisher and a great editor. I'm not getting any younger, I told God recently. I'm so thankful he
opened the door for me to be published at last.

I'm rambling in this post. So pop over to Brandilyn Collins' Forensics & Faith blog today and read about me and two other aut
hors accepted by Abingdon Press. http://forensicsandfaith.blogspot.com/

I've updated my website as well.


Celia Yeary said...

Yesterday, the 25th, was my birthday. So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Virgo. I can relate. Maybe that's why I love your blog--I don't love very many. And Eisenhower? I saw him in a motorcade in Houston when he was running for president--but I won't tell you how old I was either.Age is relevant--have a good life, and the very best time you can. Life is short--that's what I do know for certain. Love, Celia yeary

Chiron said...

Happy Belated Birthday, Rita!!

What a lovely way to start your New Year. Make it be your BEST EVER...