I've been hired to write with a team of highly talented writers for the Conservative powerhouse that is Kevin Jackson, radio host, best selling author and sought after speaker.
One of my pieces is up at the moment---well, actually four or five are up here at the Black Sphere. That link will take you to one of my pieces, and if you are so inclined, you may click on some of my other pieces.
It's nice to be writing again, and being able to let my voice be heard. I hope you bookmark that link and come back often to see what else I've got to say.
In other, more personal news, Lance had to have a third surgery this morning at Harborview Hospital. The third time is the charm, right? We sure hope so. The surgeon came out and told me that they think they found the source of the infection, a suture from the first surgery. I'm a bit confused about all of this, but intend to get to the bottom of it.
And in WONDERFULLY thrilling and happy news---I saw Ashley Rose sing…
As I cleaned up the kitchen this morning, I discovered two large halves of half a watermelon sitting on the tile counter. My youngest had scooped out all the delicious red fruit and left the rest. No attempt to put it into the food waste container, sitting a few feet away. No attempt to toss it in the garbage. As I picked up the discarded shells, I thought, “No sugar ants swarming all over. Sure would have been covered in ants if I was still in Venezuela. All that sugary sweet watermelon juice...”
Mentally shaking myself, I offered up a grateful prayer that I was no longer living in the muggy tropical country where ant infestations were common. You could not leave food out on the counters for any length of time. Not unless you wanted ants—or worse. Unattended food was fair game for roaches, ants, bugs of all kinds. When humans with the power left the area, the vacuum was filled with opportunistic creatures taking advantage of the good stuff.
I won't go into a lot of detail here, mostly because at the moment it is very painful for me to even think about.
On Thursday afternoon we had to put our dear sweet dog Cassie to sleep.
It was an incredibly difficult decision to make---until she began having seizures one after another and I knew it was the right choice. She was in pain. She was suffering. It was the humane choice for my baby girl.
Even having said that, it tore at my soul.
Happy Trails, sweet doggie. Until we meet up to play Gimme Dat Bone once again...