Monday, May 11, 2015

Lord Rupert's Foolish Bride

No, Rupert would never call her his foolish bride.
She makes him laugh.
She is lovely, amusing, and a mystery.
All those tales about her could not possibly be true.
Or could they?

Coming soon, I hoped at the end of May.
but that didn't happen.

Never Tempt Fate!
Let's say sometime in June or even July
because someone has to kill the villain
and right now hero and heroine and author
are wondering who....Ooops, can't tell you but someone just did it.
Did I mention this is a comedy?
EEK! August is here!
Coming soon to an ebookstore.....

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

friendly guppy playing with bubbles

Another painting.
Why not have fun with a guppy without ever having to clean the aquarium?
He looks alive to me....but then it has been a long winter.
More snow expected tonight.

Monday, March 23, 2015

My Cesar Millan Moments

I watch Cesar Millan’s shows about dogs.  I’m a fan of his and I like all the dogs, except the ones that bite.  When he says, don’t try this at home, you can be sure I usually don’t.

But when Cleo, small and fluffy with surprisingly big teeth, claimed the turkey carcass at Christmas, I had to do something.  She growled at me ferociously as I bravely put my foot on top of the garbage bag containing her treasure.

It was only when her teeth were a few inches from my toes that I remembered Cesar always wears shoes.  Not to be intimidated, I waited for her to stop.  Then I got tired.  It’s hard to stand on one leg for any length of time so I changed feet.  This seemed to give Cleo hope that I’d give up soon.

A flash from a camera told me I had an audience.  All my Christmas guests had crowded in to see me win or lose.  A minute, then two minutes, I had to change feet again.  Then suddenly Cleo sat back and I slipped my foot between her and the turkey.  Like magic she saw I’d won and quietly let me claim it.  After that she let me take anything from her when I wanted to.  Thank you, Cesar!

My second dog story takes place outdoors.  A hamburger place where dogs are welcome to sit outside with their owners.  I went with a friend, our dogs were quietly waiting in the shade under the table.  Ten feet away in a car stood a small dog with its head out the window, barking furiously.  I said to my friend, Cesar would say if we don’t speak but hold out our arms with palms towards the dog, it should know we want him to be quiet.  We tried, though we felt a bit silly as we didn't think it would work for us.  The dog squeaked to a halt!  He stared at us bug-eyed, and then slid down low on the seat to hide.  Every now and then he’d give one little bark then raise his head so he could just peep to see if we were still there, then he’d settle down again.  We ate in peace.

Cesar is the best!

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Painting Class

I took a painting a class this winter.  Cheaper than therapy!
A way to survive in the frozen north.
I need to get to the beach in winter.
Wishing all your sunsets and sunrises are lovely,

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Pipeline problem solved by romance writer

I know it is not sexy but I can't keep writing about the underwear men, sometimes I must help with important problems.  Besides, if there is really a battery lasting a thousand miles, it might make the pipeline problem go away on its own before I have time to solve it.  Except you have to keep filling that battery with water.   Wonder if it will work on icicles?  What happens in the frozen north?

Never mind!  Must keep my focus and get the pipeline problem solved in three sentences.

1.  No one is allowed to pipe oil anywhere in North America.

2.  Dig it up, pump it or scoop it, I don't care, but it must be used to generate electricity right there.

3.  Use the electrical grid to move electricity around, we do it all the time.

Don't moan about your car to me.  We are being green here!  Every time we need to move an underwear man from here to there, we must use electricity.  Everyone can do it, use your imagination!  I do hope the seats are heated, wouldn't want him to catch cold.