A favorite author of mine, Darynda Jones, posted this on her Facebook page. "What I really do" -- that's one portion of my reality. "What society thinks I do" -- that's my fantasy. Without the getting arrested part that would be sure to follow.
Fifty Shades Darker, Fifty Shades Freed is Fifty Shades Finished
This past Memorial Day weekend was brutally hot and humid for May. It felt more like 4th of July weather. I was able to finally finish the last bits of gardening I had to do rewarded myself with some shopping and reading. I read the two remaining books in the Fifty Shades trilogy. Neither was... Continue Reading →
Gardening
I hate gardening. Let's just get that out of the way up front. Hate, hate, hate. I don't mind watering. I love seeing the the flowers in bloom. I love using the herbs and flowers that grow in the garden. It's the dirt I hate. It's the digging in the dirt, lugging the dirt, filling... Continue Reading →
Fifty shades of Grey
I finished reading "Fifty Shades of Grey." Not sure yet how I feel about this first in the trilogy, but I'm on to the second book. I don't mind reading erotica, but Dom/Sub is a borderline area and S/M is beyond the pale. If anyone who has not read the book and is afraid of... Continue Reading →
In search of history and original markers
I took a day's vacation and went in search of history. I found some. In order to get to it, I had to take a hike. This is the view from the car, looking up to the cemetery. I was only able to drive 1/2 way up the hill. This is the view from the... Continue Reading →
Baby’s getting older
I got an email from the vet. It was a "Happy birthday, Miss Iggy" card. My little baby is getting older. When Iggy was about seven years old she left her place in the building down the street and went looking for a home. The woman who took care of her for years started working... Continue Reading →