Where does the time go?

The days are much too short and it doesn't have much to do with it being autumn.

Between the newsletter, wonderful guests, getting Murder in Insel Poel ready for my publisher (where did all those typos come from and shouldn't that paragraph be tightened, that sentence polished a bit more?) the days seem about an hour long.

I am thinking ahead to the next book. We have tickets to go to the UK combining the research trip with Llara's graduation and a bit more moseying around Scotland. I'm itching to start something new.

None of this is a complaint. I wouldn't change my life for anything. 

Happiness is

Hearing my daughter say, "My dissertation was accepted." Onto graduation at Napier University in Edinburgh. I was proud of her before, even prouder now...Also guilty of really, really liking my kid.

haiku

The last summer rose
drops its petals in the sink
Bright red on silver

A surprize

There is something wonderful about having the gate bell ring and finding a delivery man handing me this bouquet. I should be smiling all day and then some. Happy anniversary back at ya...

Take me, please

The road not taken

A long time ago I was talking with a non-cousin...he had my mother's maiden name and we claim kinship despite my mother's family leaving the UK around 1635 and his is still there...

The subject of Robert Frost's The Road not Taken was brought up and I said it was one of my favourite poems.

Imagine my surprise and delight is too mild a world when for my 70th birthday I was given a compass whose top had the Frost poem engraved in the cover.

Truly a mind boggling/gobsmacked present that words of appreciation do not begin to match.

France has cow statues too