On The Nightstand

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Important Business

I’ve been in Boston the past few days.  A family member is in the hospital but things are looking better for him, so yesterday I drove to a small town outside Hartford, CT, at a predetermined time, because I had important business there. Important Government business.  I parked my car in front of the large office building and went inside, sweating and shivering at the same time.  I was met by a receptionist who had me read some regulations, then I was photographed and fingerprinted.  Then I was lead into an interior chamber where I was again fingerprinted and all of my personal belongings (except for my clothes) were stored in a locker.

Lights! Camera! Action!

As many of you are probably aware, it is no longer enough to spend months and often years writing a book. Today an author must help sell the book, and by sell, I mean she must make each and every person in the northern hemisphere aware of obsessed with the book. She must make them understand that they need the book in order to survive in today’s world. She must make them wake up each morning and ask, “if not now, when? If not me, who? If not the …”

Wait, I’m not sure those are the questions.

Back to Bermuda

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I usually love to blog when we go away, but I didn’t take my laptop with us to Bermuda, so I’ll provide a tidy summary now.

How About a Nice Quiz?

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We’re back from our vacation. It was wonderful, but because of upcoming EMT exams (took one this morning, don’t know results yet), I spent most of the time on the beach taking practice multiple choice tests. As a result, I’ve found that the multiple choice format has replaced my former methods of thinking and communicating. Worse, I view everything as a “scenario” in which a certain protocol is required. Here’s an example taken from a real-life incident that occurred in our house this morning. Let’s see how you do:

Sketchy Etchings

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Okay, I think I’ve figured out how to post pictures on iPad. First I must tweet them. Annoying but in the meantime have found a favorite new way to waste time. it’s a drawing app. No more flip cam. I’m drawing from now on. Portrait of husband to follow.

SOS

In a giant leap of misplaced faith in the iPad, I have gone on vacation with my husband and left my laptop at home. It is really really hard to blog from an iPad, but I will try. Where am I? I ‘m on an island. I’m stranded on an island with no laptop. Stranded on a beautiful, beautiful island with 3 of my favorite people, and I can ‘t figure out how to post photos. But I will. In the meantime, dear Candy, please check in with us. And Mary Lynn, I know. I know.

Practicing Balance

Last winter, Holly and I were playing with a gigantic tennis ball and she learned how to move it forward and backward with her front paws.  Now I’m trying to teach her to balance on a slightly larger ball and eventually, I believe she’ll be able to walk on it.

And then we’ll be asked to join the circus.

After that, there’ll be the whole talk show circuit;  Letterman, Leno, Regis & Kelly. The Daily Show, and, inevitably, the offer to star in our own television show. It’s bound to happen, it’s all part of the big plan.

Yoo Hoo? YouTube?

IMG_0066Does anybody have any idea why every video I’ve embedded in this blog has disappeared? Is it just my computer? AM I losing my mind?

Because I have an awfully cute Holly trick to show.

Blossom

Photo by Moses Pendletion

Photo by Moses Pendleton

Here’s a poem dedicated to all floundering writers, frustrated artists, inhibited dreamers, all those shy or quietly in love.

RISK, by Anais Nin

And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.