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As I alternate between staring out the window at the snow and researching mastitis in the late 19th century for my WIP, my guys are playing their first spring training game down in Florida.  Sure do wish I was down there with them.  I could really use a shot of summer right now and for me, nothing says “summer” like a baseball game!

Hey, look at that, the sun just popped out.  My yard looks like it’s been dusted with diamond dust.  It sure is beautiful on the snow but still I hope the fact that the sun finally came out means the snow will be gone soon and the temps will rise out of the thirties.  This winter has lasted long enough and I’m ready for some summer!

And you know what that means–baseball!  Yay!  Go Red Sox!

Okay, back to my research…but first, the Dames have a new interview up today with author and publisher, Wendy Dingwall.  Ever wonder why it takes so long for your book to come out after you sign a contract?  Well, Wendy explains it all on the Dames of Dialogue blog.  Check it out and don’t forget to leave a comment!

It’s snowing here again and though I’ll admit it’s pretty, I just want it to stop.  Don’t get me wrong, I love snow but I’ve had enough.  It is not supposed to snow this much in the South!  I wouldn’t mind if I still lived in Maine–at least I think I wouldn’t!–but down here in the South I don’t like seeing all this white stuff fall from the sky.  Not only does it create problems driving, but it seriously creates problems at home.  Hardwood floors, dogs, and snow are not a pretty mix!

So please, someone make it stop!

And while we’re talking about stopping, I saw an article on-line this morning about a remake–gah!  I hate that word!–of The Big Valley.  Sheesh.  To make matters worse, the article also mentioned they’re working on a remake–there’s that awful word again!–of Gunsmoke.  What?  Are all the writers/directors/producers in Hollywood against making movies with original ideas?  Have they all embraced some new religion that practices redundancy while it spurns originality?

Is it any wonder I don’t go to the movies anymore?  Apparently, there’s nothing new under the sun in Hollywood.  It’s all been done before, and done better, I might add, and I have no interest in seeing the movie stars of today butcher the roles of the great actors of the past.

Okay, now that I got that out of my system, here’s something I don’t want to stop–today is Spring Training Truck Day at Fenway!  Yay!  You know what that means, don’t you?  Yep, the trucks are on their way to Ft. Myers, Florida and baseball season is just around the corner.

Now there’s something to look forward to!

Another thing I don’t want to stop is the progress I’m making on my latest WIP.  I just hit 35,000 words which means I should be at 40,000 when I finish the first half of the book.  Just where I hoped.  Yippee! 

Okay, back to work…

Feeling kind of down today because my husband is in Knoxville with his parents.  My father-in-law had a massive stroke the day before Thanksgiving and he’s been in the hospital or in a therapy/rehab center ever since then.  At first, we thought he might actually bounce right back after he got out of ICU and for a while it looked like he would…until he went to the first rehab/therapy place where he ended up with bedsores and an infection.  When his blood pressure dropped so low it barely registered on the monitor, the doctors there finally wised up and sent him back to the hospital.  He was re-admitted to ICU and we were told he probably wouldn’t make it but thankfully, he pulled through and is now in a different rehab center.  They’ve done wonders with him there and he’s getting better every day.

During all that, my mother-in-law started having problems remembering things.  We thought it was just the stress–they’ve been married for 55 years and this is the first time she’s ever really been without him–but when we took her to the neurologist to be checked, he diagnosed her with dementia.

So, my husband and his brothers and sister have had to make some tough decisions about what to do next.  Thank goodness his parents had already put their house on the market before all this happened.  The house sold a couple of weeks ago and now the kids are trying to find the best-case living scenario for their parents.  Dad’s pretty much set for a while in the rehab/therapy center, but what to do with Mom?

Assisted living seems to be the answer so my husband is over there today looking for the right place for her–and for his dad when he’s finally able to come home.

As for me, I’m home alone–well, not exactly alone, I do have the dogs with me–because of the darned MS.  No energy, wacky balance, and blurry vision so I didn’t think I should chance going with him and making it worse.  He’s got enough to worry about!

Hopefully, when he calls tonight, he’ll have found the perfect place for his mom and he’ll be able to come back home tomorrow.  We’ve only been married 34 years–a mere pittance compared to his parents–and I miss him.  Sure, most of the time I’m fine on my own and in fact, I prefer being “home alone” but I think that’s because I know he’s somewhere close by, like at the office, the golf course, or shopping at one of his two favorite places, Lowe’s or Home Depot.

I can’t imagine going through what his mom’s going through right now.  It really has me rethinking all those times I wished I was single and feeling a little ashamed because of the envy I’ve felt for women who are on their own without a husband to bother them.  I love my husband–even though he can be a pain in the butt sometimes–and I don’t ever want to go through what my mother-in-law is going through right now.

So, that’s what has me down in the dumps today.  On the other hand, I have been able to get some research done and even a little bit of writing.  And tomorrow, we’re supposed to have sunshine after three days of snow, sleet, ice and rain.  Yay!

…and to think I used to love winter.  But that was when I lived in Maine.  Winter’s different up there.  You expect the snow and the ice but it’s like a slap in the face when we get it down here.  Still, I’m glad we moved back to the south–especially since all this happened.

The word is the famous groundhog of Gobbler’s Knob saw his shadow this morning which means, unfortunately, another six weeks of winter.


I’m thinking ol’ Punx Phil got it wrong–at least as far as western North Carolina goes.  We had sunshine yesterday, after a weekend of snow and ice, but this morning it’s cloudy and rainy and there’s no way anyone saw a shadow of anything.  Well, except me because I’m seeing a huge shadow of doubt here…

I think I’ll go with the Germans on this one.  German tradition holds that if a hibernating animal sees his shadow on February 2nd then there’s going to be six more weeks of winter.  Notice it doesn’t say anything about Punxsutawney Phil, he’s only one of the many hibernating animals in the world, it just says a hibernating animal.  I guarantee the hibernating animals in my neck of the woods didn’t see their shadow today.

Hopefully, that means we won’t have six more weeks of winter.  As for Punxsutawney Phil and his fellow Pennsylvanians, they’re on their own!

Happy Groundhog Day!

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