Tuesday, November 27, 2012

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday

The Orphan Sister by Gwendolyn Gross

When my sister Odette called to tell me Dad hadn't shown up for rounds, my first guilty thought was that he'd had a heart attack on the Garden State Parkway, that his Benz had swerved, swiveled, and scraped against hte railing near exit 142 until it flipped into the opposite lane like a beetle on it's back, ready for the picking of crows. He'd fumbled for the aspirin he always kept in the cup holder, in a wood and silver pillbox he couln't unclasp when it mattered at last. Blood would mat the silvery-red mix of his still-thick hair, his eyes would be open, he'd be dead, and I'd never have a chance to prove him wrong.

Would you read this book?

Monday, November 26, 2012

Oh, My! from my porch...

I can hear myself think for the first time in days. Towels are washed  Sheets are piled up by my washer. The trash cans are still packed with diapers. Remind me to empty those after I blog...
The turkey has been eaten, leftovers, too. The grands are gone from the old front porch.
We all packed up for camp to put up a tree that rivals Charlie Brown's. By the time we hit Isabella
(the name of our cottage & our dog)  it was snowing so hard we could not see! The kids and the dads braved the wind, snow and cold and brought back the best tree! Completely kid decorated. When I  said "This was the best Thanksgiving ever," my daughter rolled her eyes and told me I say that every year. I guess I do and it was...

Sunday, November 11, 2012

I'm back on the porch...

Home from my travels to Memphis, great BBQ, MLK Memorial, way too many people!
Texas grands soccer, touch football with Papa and the combo of Romo and Rogers, trick or treating  together!!!