One foot in the woods, surrounded by trees, living up on the hill and taking walks with the man and big dog- and one foot longing to be in Paris hanging out in streetside cafe.
Alright – so those walks are more like me constantly dawdling and needing to catch up to them as the photo illustrates. A little hammock time, tree time and then back to the screen where Moses, the steely-eyed furry editor watches me type every word.
Today I’ve left the woods to park myself in a popular little French Bakery. Maybe it’s not Paris but The jazz is lively and the smells are ohhh, so sweet . I’ve had to break down to grab that fresh baked Rustic Tuscan bread because husband made a pot of stew that should last us – oh, a life time. What’s hot stew without fresh baked bread? The Eagles (husband
s hometown team) won, some of our old hero’s are still floating on top, tarnished though they may be, and our Tennessee Titans looking so good had a week to rest.
Tomorrow my mother celebrates her birthday and I’ve got her on my mind. She’s getting autographed Rick Bragg book – The Most They Ever Had – because she can relate so well to those stories, and perfume but that part’s a surprise. Wishing she was here but getting Mom on a plane takes a troop and an act of God. She’s just not much on flying. Which is why every time my plane lands when I travel and ring her from the gr
ound she says, “Oh Thank God!” so powerfully I think there has been an international incident. Every. Single. Time.
We had trick or treat recently. Mr. Smarty and Miss Fancy invited me along for the fun. Fifty pounds of candy and four hours later we huffed and puffed our way up the hill toting sacks, SACKS, I tell you full of more candy than children in third world countries see in a lifetime. Crazy we are but the adults in costume passing out candy were the kickinest. And one tiny trick or treater cowboy who declared, ” I need me some candy!” With enough gusto he cracked up the whole neighborhood. The Adorables checked in via Skpe and pictures with their award winning make up jobs. (Go Mom!)
The Praying for Strangers book is going to bed for this round anyway. The Miracle of Mercy Land received a Starred Review in Publishers Weekly – and for a funny, personal take on those accolades you can read all about it on my recent post at A Good Blog is Hard To Find.
This weekend finds husband and I traveling to Dahlonega, GA for their great Literary Festival. What a great pictureque town and we are looking forward to loitering, sauntering, meandering along the sidewalks.
The clocks’ have turned back in our neck of the woods so the days are a little shorter, the light more precious, the fire in that old hearth lit a little earlier. I hope wherever you are this week love finds you, keeps you. And that your moments of your life are truly treasured.
Today is a very special day in my world. It’s the birthday of my youngest son and although he looks very much like a man – his mother still sees him like this. Which is the reason that mother’s can worry always. But today is not about worry it’s about celebration! Happy Birthday to that wonderful young man who can make me laugh at myself and the world no matter what is going on! I am so glad you are on the planet and in my world.
