January releases - Books I think I’ll get… And books I know I won’t

This first one really appeals to me

Midnight Eyes by Sarah Brophy
From Amazon: Robert Beaumont, fierce mercenary knight during the reign of William II, is given what he most desires, land. But he must marry the current resident, known throughout the kingdom as "Lady Deformed." Imogen Colebrook lives in fear of her brother, who has long terrorized and brutalized her, even going so far as to beat her so viciously she lost her sight. With the news of her impending marriage, she fears the worst, believing her husband is a willing participant in her brother's torture. A simple warrior, Robert has no idea of the situation he faces and is humbled when he meets Imogen, a vision of loveliness. When they marry, Robert hopes he is worthy of his good fortune as Imogen waits in her darkness while her gentle knight thaws her heart, and her brother plots to crush her. Sure to please medieval historical romance fans, this is a wonderful first effort by Brophy, who evokes fair ladies and valiant knights overcoming evil with their innate goodness and sensuous healing.
To be honest though, I am getting a bit tired of that cover model popping up all over the place. It seems he’s on the cover of everything theses days. Handsome he is, but enough already!

Sizzling by Susan Mallery
From Amazon:

Mallery's latest spicy saga of the Buchanan family, Seattle's most prominent restaurateurs, doesn't quite measure up to the pleasures of her last (Irresistible), but makes a tasty dish nonetheless. This entry features Reid Buchanan, a womanizing former baseball hero trying to clean up his tarnished image after an embittered reporter he slept with publishes a tell-all newspaper article headlined, "Good in bed? Not so much." With the media hot on his tail, Reid takes refuge at the family estate, where his cantankerous grandmother, Gloria, is recovering from a series of debilitating illnesses. Gloria's as mean-spirited as Reid remembers, but now she's got to deal with peppy home-care nurse Lori Johnson, who's determined to turn Gloria's life around. Lori does her best to ignore Reid—arrogant, self-centered and "fifteen kinds of gorgeous"—knowing that even if she were attracted to him (which of course she is) he wouldn't look twice at a plain Jane like her.

Now at times I’m a bit leery of Susan Mallery. When she’s on, which for me she is most of the time, she’s very very good. But then if she isn’t on, then it seems the disappointment is even greater. I loved the first book in this series and was pretty disappointed with the second one. Still – I’m looking forward to the hero in this one getting his comeuppance.

Touched by Darkness by Catherine Spangler
From Amazon:

Dr. Kara Cantrell settled in the sleepy town of Zorro, Texas, convinced she and her child had escaped the sinister reach of a supernatural underworld. But now dark forces may jeopardize her new life. Her only hope is Damien Morgan, a dangerous, alluring man with superhuman abilities. He and Kara share a mystical link that triggers desires they must ignore. But as they work together to protect her son, and begin tracking the evil stalking them, something threatens to push them toward the edge...of darkness.

This is an author I haven’t really heard that much about. I have read a book by her - Shadow Crossing, and quite enjoyed it. But I don’t think they must have many copies of her books around here because I’ve never seen any other by her. But the story outline sounds intriguing and I kind of guiltily like the cover, so this is another one I think I’ll pick up. In fact, if it doesn’t show up on the shelves, I may just order it online!

And then on the flip side, here are a few I know I won’t be getting

Wild and Wicked in Scotland by Melody Thomas
From Amazon:

When Cassandra Sheridan agreed to an arranged marriage to the Earl of Hampstead, she never dreamed the cad wouldn't even bother to appear for their betrothal ball. It seems her intended cares more for gallivanting than meeting his bride-to-be! So Cassie decides to enjoy an adventure of her own and sets out across Scotland…and meets a dashing stranger who has elevated dueling and deception to an art form.
A dedicated spy on a mission, the Earl of Hampstead has more on his mind than a silly party. Now fate has thrown him together with a vivacious lady whom he must protect from harm, and whose sensuous beauty is proving most distracting. Worse still, Devlyn is horrified to discover she's the very woman he's engaged to marry!
With their lives and reputations in equal peril, do they dare surrender to their irresistible desires

What’s wrong with it? Um – to me - everything. First off, the publisher. And I’ll say no more. The title is real stupid in my opinion. And an Earl who is a spy!!! How very …….original. And a heroine who agrees to become betrothed to someone sight unseen and then who sets off on her own to Scotland. Wow! Does she sound plucky and TSTL! I just love me a plucky and TSTL heroine. And puleeeaaassse with those names!!! And then of course there is the cover. “shudder” I can’t think of the words to say what I think of this outdated, horrifying, cover with same old, same old cover models. This one is worse than normal due to the severe case of bleach white hair on the cover female. OK – I did think of a few words, but there are a whole lot more I could say if I wanted to!
I’m nothing else if I’m not shallow on occasion so on this one is a No Way Jose!

My Nerdy Valentine by Vicky Lewis Thompson
From Amazon:

What do you get when you throw together a sexually repressed college student, a narcissistic sex therapist, a handsome stockbroker and a bevy of sex-crazed therapy patients? Answer: This absurd romantic comedy, which substitutes puerile sex puns for emotional heft. Thompson stretches her "nerd" premise thin, forcing the label on stockbroker William Sloan simply because he wears a winter hat with earflaps. However, William's nerd status doesn't keep him from being pursued by therapist Gloria, who besieges him with double entendres ("I'm glad to have a young and virile man handling my... assets"), glow-in-the-dark condoms and a flash of her breasts. Meanwhile, the object of William's affection, Gloria's studious intern, Amanda, refuses to work him into her busy schedule and accuses him of sending her crude, anonymous Valentines. Thompson throws in a hokey plot involving the true Valentine sender and his plan to kidnap Amanda, but this merely serves as a flimsy tool to push William and Amanda together. All in all, Thompson's newest romance (following Nerds Like It Hot) possesses as much substance as cotton candy with less satisfaction

Now I know there are quite a few readers who have been enjoying Vicki Lewis Thompson’s Nerd series. Let me make this clear. I AM NOT ONE OF THEM! I got taken on one of them a few years ago when it got great reviews. I wanted to toss it in the toilet – but I resisted. Then because she still got great reviews and I thought maybe it was me, I tried another one. This one I wanted to toss in the same place – but I resisted. Reading the outline for this one and seeing that stupid comic book cover, I know I wouldn’t be able to resist the impulse a third time.

Sun Kissed by Catherine Anderson
From Amazon:

One need not be an equine lover to appreciate Anderson's sweet contemporary romance centering on fiercely honest horse rancher Samantha Harrigan and handsome neophyte veterinarian Tucker Coulter, who meet while trying to protect a horse from its abusive owner. Samantha has always cared deeply for her horses, so when they suddenly fall ill, she's distraught; when it turns out they've been poisoned, she's horrified, immediately suspecting that her violent and vindictive ex-husband is the culprit. Unfortunately, the authorities are pointing fingers at Samantha, alleging that she plans to defraud her insurance company. Wary of letting a new man into her life, Samantha nevertheless recognizes that she must call on Tucker to nurse her horses back to health. As he tends to the horses and grows closer to Samantha, Tucker becomes her confidante and champion, realizing that the only way for Samantha to save herself is to catch the offender before the police arrest her.

Now I know there are quite a few readers who have been enjoying Catherine Anderson’s books – Wait!! I said that already.
All right – here’s the thing with Catherine Anderson. I used to love her books, I really did. I have quite a few of them. Annie’s Song? Wonderful story as are many of her other ones Even though all her heroines have suffered some kind of tragedy in their lives, whether it was being kidnapped and repeatedly raped until saved by the hero or having an abused wife bury the husband she accidentally murdered in the rose garden, still I read, I liked and I kept buying. But I reached my sugar limit with this author a few books ago with – I forget the name of the book and please – no one remind me! I don’t want to remember. – the book where the hero was a vegetarian who refused to wear a leather belt because it meant the death of a cow (yet he did wear moccasins – didn’t quite figure out the logic of that one), who talked to baby rabbits in the forest and gave off a slight blue glow when he swived (tupped, jumped the bones of, screwed) the heroine. I almost lost my eyes as they rolled while reading that book as well as nearly suffering from diabetic shock over the surgary content. And since I need my eyes to read, I haven’t dared risk them by reading Catherine Anderson and her saccharine dripped stories of wounded, vulnerable, heroines and “could they be any more perfect?” heroes since then. And reading the storyline on this one I must preserve the eyes still since reading the outline alone makes me roll them. I must be a cynical bitch because this kind of story just makes my teeth ache as well as the risk to the eyes.

So there you have it. A few good prospects and a few not on you life! books

And in other news - I made it through yesterday. It was very sad, but I had the boys with me for the visit. I cried after but I allowed myself to do that. And today was a better day.

'til later

Tomorrow is Ron's birthday. He would have been 53. As the day has been approaching, I've been wondering what to do and how I would handle it. He was never one to make much of his birthday. Make him a Cherry Cheesecake and he was happy. He didn't even really want presents, he always said to save them for Christmas - but of course I couldn't do that. But it was always so hard to figure out what to get him for both his birthday and Christmas. I always felt like I was cheating him out of something somehow, but he never thought so.

I debated on taking the day off, but I think he would be annoyed with me if I did. So I'm going to go to work in the morning and somehow tough it out. Then later in the day, Brent and Ryan and I are going to the cemetary. It will be the first time I've been there. I'm planning on taking flowers. He doesn't have a headstone - they don't allow them in there. But he does have a plaque with a place you can put flowers. I think I'll call his Mom and see if she wants to come with us, but I don't know if she will want to or not. As hard a day as it will be for me and our sons, I think it will be just as hard on her. Ryan and I stopped over there on Saturday and she gave me a picture. They were always taking pictures of us and I never liked them much but this one I do.


Ron and I were going to a wedding that day. It was one of the few times he actually wore a suit. As you can tell by the very 80's hairstyle I had, this is a very old picture. And I was certainly a lot slimmer back in those days.
Brent and Ryan sure do look different too *g*. They were both so blond when they were little, but they certainly didn't stay blond, especially Ryan, the cute little one in front of me. His hair - what he has of it - they both like to keep it very short, completely different from their dad, is very dark. And they are both quite tall. Much taller than short little me!
But except for a lot less hair, Ron hardly changed at all from this picture. He's so handsome isn't he? Unlike most guys, he never got a beer gut and stayed in shape most of his life until the last year. That's why it doesn't seem right.
What I really want to do tomorrow though, is curl in a little ball and howl out my pain. That's what I want to do a lot of the time.
Oh God - I miss him so much!
But - I don't think he'd be happy with me if I did that. He didn't want my crying when he was so sick so I tried not to in front of him. I tried to be brave and I let him know every day how much I loved him. I didn't tell him how scared I was of being left alone. Brent and Ryan have both been very good in helping me. But they both have their own lives to live. And it's different for them. I lost my dad too so I know how much it hurts knowing he's gone, but it's so different losing the person you love most in life.
I think Ron would be proud of how well I'm coping - at least some of the time. I'm managing to pay the bills - something I know he was worried about me remembering to do. And I found another job, even if it's probably temporary, but that was a big hurdle. I still see friends and I have made so many wonderful ones online.
I haven't become bitter or angry. My faith has helped considerably with that. And I'm able to laugh at life - something he always loved about me.
But there is a huge hole inside of me full of emptiness and pain and longing.
So, I'm dreading tomorrow and I just hope it passes quickly. And while I won't take the whole day, I think I will curl up for a time and remember him and mourn for him and cry for what we've lost.

What's new? Not much

I haven’t posted much lately because well….nothing much is happening. I haven’t finished a book so there is no point in reviewing one. The one I’m reading is good though. A Secret Santa sent me a copy of Touch of Fire by Linda Howard so that is my present book du jour. Thank you again Secret Santa!!!One thing I notice with it though. The print is smaller than most books and I’m having to wear reading glasses. I got a cute little pair at the Dollar Store for $1. Gotta love a deal like that.
I’m pretty much finished Christmas shopping. This year I did some on-line shopping. Now that was nice. The only problem was after I’d ordered the things for my sons and got confirmation that it was shipped, Ryan handed me a list. He’s never given me a list before! I suppose it was his way of trying to make things easier. And of course I hadn’t gotten him a thing that was on his list!
I did have a wee bit of excitement on Saturday. I met a friend for coffee as this really nice little coffee shop near where I live. It’s much nicer than Timmies – for all those who live in or visited Canada. I got to the coffee shop about 15 minutes early – it was more convenient to do that rather than go home, turn around and head back in time to meet my friend. And I had a book so it was good. I was deeply engrossed in the Amazon with Ben and Jillian when I looked up and saw my friend entering the coffee shop. I quickly locked the car and jumped out. It’s important to note the order there. Locked then left. Yes, when I was headed back after coffee, searching my purse for my keys, I experience that sinking feeling that you know you’ve done something REALLY DUMB. Janice offered to give me a ride to my place to pick up a spare set of car keys, but since at times I can be REALLY DUMB, the only house key I have was on the key ring – locked in the car. I called my son who just happened to be close by enjoying a light lunch himself. He said he’d be by in 20 minutest to give me a ride home, pick up the spare key and give me a ride back.
Ryan traded vehicles a couple of weeks ago with a friend. He’s now driving a Ford truck, A VERY BIG truck, a truck that is VERY HIGH off the ground. I’m not very tall. Nope, not very tall at all am I. I have been known to ask the taller people in the grocery stores to get things off the top shelves for me. So it was with this very annoying grin, then laugh that Ryan watched me try and crawl into his VERY TALL truck that was VERY HIGH off the ground. It wasn’t until after I had almost damaged myself that I noticed a strap for lifting ones self up with. At least I provided a bit of entertainment for Ryan though. It was only fair I suppose since I interrupted his lunch with that REALLY DUMB thing I did. And it was kind of cool being up so high in a land vehicle. I’ve never been up that high before and it was almost tempting to wave at all the little people below me. When I’m driving, I hate big vehicles like that, but I must admit it’s a different story when you’re riding in one.
So – I got the spare key and then got the car home. Considering in all the time I’ve been driving, that’s only the second time I’ve done that, twice isn’t too bad I suppose. And it did happen nice and close to home.
So – not much is happening in my world at the moment but I thought I’d just check in and say nothing is happening in my corner of the world.

'til later

A Fish, A Fowl and a Mammal

Sometimes I feel out of step with most of the world of romance. I think myself and a very few others are kind of like the lone wolves of the romance reading world. I was visiting a message board earlier and a few posters were talking about looking forward to the brothers’ stories in a new series by a well known author. I read things like that and I feel not only not interested, but almost slightly annoyed. I dislike intensely the fact that just about every romance book written these days screams sequel bait. Wendy also has a post up about something very similar. She’s a fellow lone wolf. She started out as a mystery reader and doesn’t mind the endless series in mysteries, but she is also suffering from seriesitis when it comes to romance.

What happened to the good old days when a book stood on its own? When you closed the cover on the book and that was it. Finito! End of story, dust off your hands and move on to the next book which will be entirely different. I miss those days! I want them back again, at least for some books.

So – who is responsible for my current annoyance? Why readers for the most part unfortunately. Now this is just my theory and I could be all wet, and feel free to tell me I’m full of BS, but having been a romance reader for many years now, I’m going to put it forth as a thought. I think things started changing more dramatically once the internet began to catch on in a big way. Now, through web sites, blogs and other on line medium sources, readers had a way they could quickly contact authors. I’m sure quite a few readers used to use the old fashioned snail mail approach, but not the way they do with email. I only ever hand-wrote one letter to an author and I had no address to send it to so I sent it to her publisher hoping it would somehow make it’s way to her. It did but that’s another story. Nowadays with authors snail mail addresses, email addresses and web sites, they are very accessible. I myself have sent a few emails to authors when I’ve enjoyed their works; not many mind you, but a few. So with readers being able to contact authors much more readily, they feel much more likely to ask if the author is planning so and so’s story. And I think authors, wanting to please their readers have obliged. Then of course you have publishers taking note of this rather interesting phenomena. Now, I think, they almost require an author to write sequels. Authors don’t mind because they already have a base established so they don’t have to start from scratch with a story line, readers are happy because they don’t really have to say goodbye to beloved characters. It’s only a few people like me who really don’t like this new way of story telling. Now in some cases I don’t mind sequels, there are some secondary characters that really stand out and beg to be written. (and of course the rare one that hasn't been. Where's Cat's story I ask you damn it!) But on the whole, I’m not overly impressed with the whole thing. It's just done too much and too often.

And even less do I like the looooonnnggg extended series. Years ago, this wasn’t nearly as common as it is now. Back then Jo Goodman wrote a rather lengthy series about five sisters all named Mary. And as much as I adore Jo Goodman today, I really don’t feel like getting invested in that many books. Another author I remember from years gone by is Leigh Greenwood. He wrote a series about seven brother who all married flower girls – no, not girls from the 60’s . The heroines all were named after flowers - although one was called Fern and I don't know if ferns have flowers. I read a couple and then lost interest. But where I think this new way came in strong is with the incredible success of Julia Quinn and the Bridgerton clan. I lost interest long before she wrapped it up, but I know I’m in the minority – a salmon swimming upstream so to speak. As Wendy mentioned we have Stephanie Laurens. Now I’ve only read one book by her, the first in the long never ending series she’s written. I didn’t like it, again that salmon thing, ‘cause I know most readers did, and I’ve never been tempted to try her again. Then there is Christine Feehan and her Dark series, I’ve read a couple, Sherrilyn Kenyon, I made it to four and her Dark Hunter series and it goes one and on.

I know I’m an odd duck – or so Lisa always tells me – but I just long for a nice stand alone book these days.

‘But wait a minute,’ you’re thinking. ‘Didn’t you just say in your previous post that you can hardly wait until the next Elizabeth Hoyt book comes out?’

Well yes, yes I did. But that was more so because the author’s voice was so wonderful, and less so because I’m particularly anxious to read about a secondary character from The Raven Prince. It’s the authors’ voice that keeps me coming back book after book if I love her writing. Not the fact that I get to read the heroes sister, brother-in-laws cousins story or the best friend of the sister who has a cousin who is interested in the step sister of the hero. I could mostly care less about that. What I think would just fit the bill for us is a hero and heroine – both of them without siblings and if they have friends, they aren’t mentioned very often.

So, I’m a salmon, an odd duck and a lone wolf all rolled into one; a fish, fowl and mammal. I wonder how many of us there are?

‘til later

Keeper! - A Really Good Recent Read

The Raven Prince by Elizabeth Hoyt

A big thank you to Rosario for her most excellent review of this book. I had seen some buzz on it before and I read Jane’s review at Dear Author and was intrigued enough to pick it up when I first saw it on the shelves. But there it sat on the TBR pile and probably would have for a while until something in Rosario’s review made me decide not to wait to read this one.
I’ve become somewhat disenchanted with historicals lately. I’m still buying them, especially if it’s a favoured author, but many of them are languishing in the TBR pile. But this one blew all dissatisfaction away in a wonderfully fresh breeze. It’s no wonder that at Amazon there are 22 reviews and the average is 5 stars. If you read Rosario & Jane’s reviews you can pretty much pick up what the book is about so instead I’ll just say why this one worked so very well for me.

Edward-He is just so adorable! He reminds me of one of my favourite hero’s; Dain from Loretta Chase’s Lord of Scoundrels. He’s rude, he’s short tempered, he throws things. But underneath all his outward bluster, he’s just a very lonely, very scarred hero. I just adored him.

Anna – What a wonderful heroine she is. She’s a widow whose husband cheated on her thus making her very leery of trusting men. She’s lived by the rules all her life but when she meets Edward, she’s like a butterfly coming out of her cocoon. She enjoys talking back to him and isn’t intimidated by his bluster at all, in fact she likes it.
Both Edward and Anna are described as not very attractive. Edward is covered in pox scars and Anna apparently suits her last name Wren and isn’t very noticeable – except for her sexy lips. But as the story progresses, both Edward and Anna come to see the other as extremely attractive and with very good writing, so do we, the readers.

The secondary characters – from Anna’s understanding mother-in-law to Pearl and Coral, the two sisters who are both in the prostitution trade, to Felix Hopple, the steward with his flamboyant waistcoats to Davis the cantankerous old valet; they all come to life in a way secondary character seldom do. Ms. Hoyt has a way of breathing life into them and while they don’t take centre stage, they do all have their own distinct personalities.
The love scenes in this book also work very well. All too often I find myself skimming them just because they aren’t really that well-written, but with these ones I read every word.
Another thing I appreciated about this one is the setting. It takes place during the Georgian time frame rather than Regency or Victorian. Since I have this thing for tricorn hats and men with their hair tied back in queues, (goes back to my Paul Revere and the Raider days), this one was very fine to picture while reading.
I even read the sweet fairy tale that started each chapter. Usually I skip that kind of thing, but this kept my interest all the way through. And it was neat reading Ms. Hoyt’s reply to Jane on Rosario’s comments as to the significance of the tale.
My sons came over yesterday to watch football and rather than watch it with them, I kept picking up this book and reading it because I couldn’t bear to put it down. And horrible as it sounds – while not exactly glad when they left, it did give me the chance to really read it without the distraction of watching the Broncos go down to defeat. Even the very last page – what to expect in a romance hero from Edward’s perspective was a hoot.
This one has restored my faith in the historical once more. It’s a delightful, smile on your face, tender, sweet, sexy book and it gets a big thumbs up from me! As others have said, it’s amazing that this is her first book – it reads like it was written by a seasoned author. I know I’m parroting so many others but this book is enchanting, and after reading the excerpt, I along with many others will be eagerly looking forward to the next one – The Leopard Prince.

Grade: 5 out of 5

'til later

Snow Day!!! Snow Day!!!

OK - I'm kind of playing hookey today and I'm kind of not.

London Ontario got socked with a huge snow storm over night and they've pretty much shut down the city. Buses are cancelled, school is cancelled, even the university and college are cancelled. Even the MALL isn't opening up until noon - so you know things are bad here!
Up until a short while ago, there was no way I was getting out of the driveway but then a very kind neighbour came and used his snow blower to clear out my driveway. So technically - I could get to work. But they are still advising motorists to stay off the roads unless necessary and I am so unbusy at work, I'm thinking I really don't need to go in.

So - instead I'm blogging. Of course what would be the impact of telling about Snow Day be without pictures?



In other news - I am so proud of myself!!! *beaming happily* I wasn't able to download pictures from my new toy, but this morning after deciding I would do what the radio told me to do and stay off the roads, I determined to figure it out. And I did thus the snow pictures above. I also had some I took a while ago of my ever growing Armada on the book cases in the 'library'. So here we go! More pictures.



And in other news - a certain someone is wanting to see wish lists. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that I don't have a very big one. I'm a big practioner of instant gratification. But here are a few I've been trying to locate for a while now.
To Have and To Hold by Patricia Gaffney. I had this one and loved it and somehow it went missing. I have a bad feeling I traded it in by mistake! And of course now I'm dying to read it again! It's been a while.

Heart of Fire by Linda Howard. Somehow I managed to confuse this one with Touch of Fire, a Western she wrote. I didn't even realize this until recently when someone (and I forget who so big apologies) reviewed it and I realized it was a totally different book. I was appalled as you know Cindy and Anne Stuart? Well that's me and Linda Howard!

A couple of more of hers that I somehow missed *d'oh*
Midnight Rainbow
Diamond Bay

So there you have it!

Snow Day
My Armada
My rather small wish list

I may be back.

'til later

My Most Recent Read

Dark Protector by Alexis Morgan


I find it a bit hard to judge this one. I read a few reviews on Amazon before doing this review. A number of them compared this book, the first in a series, to the Carpathian series by Christine Feehan, the Dark Hunter series by Sherrilyn Kenyon or even the Brotherhood series by JR Ward. I don’t particularly like comparing series so I’m not going to compare this with any of the others.
As I mentioned this is the first book of a series. First off I liked it. I really did. I fully intend to get the second book very shortly – later today even. But I found it a bit sketchy on details for a new series. Devlin Bane is a Paladin, a slightly different group of people than human. They are a warrior class who defend to the death the fault lines of the planet when there is a fissure. They fight another group called The Others, a vicious bunch who would wreck havoc on Earth should they ever enter en masse. And when I say to the death, I mean to the death. The Paladins you see, also have the power to come back from the dead and live to fight another day. But each time they ’die’ they loose a bit more of their humanity and eventually they become one of The Others themselves. Laurel Young is a special doctor called a Handler who works with the Paladins, patching up their injuries or helping them return from the dead. There is a definite but forbidden attraction between Laurel and Devlin. Handlers and Paladins are discouraged from getting close as it’s the Handler’s job to ‘put down’ the Paladins when they ‘turn’. But of course passion can’t be denied and they end up working together to find out who is trying to permanently get rid of Devlin, who is the traitor and what is really going on with the Others. This one had good suspense, good hero & heroine, good secondary characters, good everything I like in a book.
I think Ms. Morgan who also writes Westerns I’ve yet to try under the name Pat Pritchard, has a good idea going here. For those such as myself who like paranormals but aren’t really into the vampire thing, this really fits the bill. But I just have so many questions that haven’t been answered in this one.
How do they know they are Paladins?
Why do they live longer?
Do they age like regular people if they don’t turn ‘Other’?
Can they *ah* *um* reproduce?

I'm thinking some of the answers to the Immortal questions here since I love The Highlander the Series so much.

See – this is a good thing/bad thing. Bad thing because I don’t know the answers and but good thing because I liked this book enough to want to know the answers. Hopefully, as she goes further on, I will get some of them.
So, I quite liked this one and it’s now the next day and as you can see by my sidebar, I went to the bookstore in a small snow storm last night to get the next one, that’s how much I want to continue reading them. Granted the book store is on the way home and I didn’t have to drive out of my way – but still….

Grade: 4 our of 5

When we moved into our house 25 years ago, one of the first things Ron really wanted to get was a cuckoo clock. It was something he had wanted since he was a kid. Although rather expensive and I wasn’t working at the time; those were my SAHM days, I told him to get one anyway since there weren’t that many things he really wanted. He spent a while looking but finally found the exact clock he’d been searching for.
It’s one of those old fashioned clocks that actually cuckoos every half hour and has to be rewound twice a day. There are two chains that have to be pulled in order to keep it going. That was always Ron’s job since it’s one of those things I’m not good at remembering to do. It has an old fashioned pendulum that swings back and forth, thus causing a constant ticking.
Over the years I grew to love the sound of the cuckoo. People hearing it for the first time would wonder how we managed not to go nuts from the constant cuckoos but it was one of those things we just adjusted to. But it was great to have if I wanted to know the time or if the power went out. It’s been a constant for 25 years now.
But ever since Ron died, the cuckoo clock has become almost a symbol. There have been a number of times I’ve forgotten to rewind it. Then I have to set the time again and try and get it to start working again. The time showing on the clock doesn’t match the number of cuckoos now and I can’t seem to get that to work but as I count the cuckoos rather than look at the time that doesn’t matter. But last Thursday the cuckoo clock stopped working altogether and I can’t seem to get it to going again.
This is now haunting me. The house is just missing something without the constant cuckoos I’ve grown accustomed to over the past 25 years. I’ve tried to get it to work a number of times but it just doesn’t seem to want to ‘catch’.
I tried again this morning and kept trying for about half an hour. The harder I tried, the more upset I became until finally I broke down in sobs. I finally had to stop trying since I had to get ready for work and didn’t want to go in with puffy eyes. I’m not sure I have the heart to keep trying to get it working.
There is an old song – some may remember it; that seems to haunt me about this cuckoo clock:

My grandfather's clock
Was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half
Than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn
Of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.

But it stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
tick, tock,tick tock,
His life seconds numbering
tick, tock,tick tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died

For some reason this song runs through my head quite a bit now. There is more to it, but this is what I remember most. I didn’t know it was possible to get so emotional over a clock – I’m still feeling weepy about it, but it causes a silence in the house that hasn’t been there since almost the day we moved in. I had either the television on or music playing for most of the weekend but it still didn’t make up for the silence of the cuckoo clock.
I’m not quite sure what to do now, but I do know that every time I look at the clock now, it brings everything back again.

Recent Reads

Drop Dead Gorgeous by Linda Howard

Well - after waiting impatiently for this one, I finally got a chance to read it. I just finished it - for the first time - today. Yup, I'm going to be reading this one all over again.

Blair and Wyatt are back as good as ever the second time around. In fact in this one, Blair's self confidence, one of the things I love about her is a bit shaken. This scene just made her seem a bit more human than ever.

Starting at the beginning and trying not to give to much away, Blair is busy making her wedding plans when she is almost run over in a mall parking lot. Right away, she is suspicious that it was deliberate but has a bit of a tough time getting Wyatt to see this. Well, Blair being Blair doesn't take this lying down. On top of this she is trying to get Sally and Jazz back together again. You remember Sally who tried to run down Jazz when he redid their bedroom.
There are so many funny moments in this book that just like the last one that one reading isn't nearly enough. This one is much sexier too. One of the few things missing in To Die For was the hot sex scenes that Ms. Howard does so very well. Happily, they are back in this one! I started laughing at this one on almost the first page and kept it up for the whole book. This one is another real winner!! One thing I should add though is if you are looking for a good suspence than this probably won't work. I guessed right off who was the culprit and why she was doing it.

Grade 5 out of 5

Born in Death by JD Robb

This one is another book I was anxiously waiting for. It's another great entry into the series. While not one of the better ones, I still enjoyed it immensely. There is just something so appealing about Eve, Roarke and the rest of them that every time I read a new one, it's like revisiting old friends.
In this one Eve is trying to solve the murder of a young couple who both work in a prestigious accounting firm. Roarke of course, helps her out although they are both very angered and hurt when Roarke ethics are called into question. At the same time Eve has been asked by Mavis to try and find a missing friend. Eve and Roarke are also preparing to be birth coaches for Mavis - and dreading it. As with DDG, there are many fine and funny moments in this book. Now after reading it, I'm again on the countdown for the next one!

Grade: 4 out of 5

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Older Man/Younger Women – Older Women/Younger Man

I was excited the other day when I got a copy of Anyone But You by Jennifer Crusie. The main selling point for me on this one to be honest, is it’s a younger man/older woman book. Those are one of my favourite kind! Some of my best keepers are this storyline. One Summer by Karen Robards is probably the top one. I just love this one. The age difference isn’t that much but still Rachel is a few years older than Johnny. Another one I give top marks to is Hard Lovin’ Man by Lorraine Heath. I give her grief for leaving Westerns behind, but this one appeases me greatly. I’d be even more appeased if she wrote more contemporaries. They are almost as good as her Westerns.
Fallen From Grace by Laura Leone is another most excellent younger man/older woman book. When the top 100 Romances from AAR meme was going around not long ago, I always recommended this one to anyone who hasn’t read it.
I even like this them in historicals too although you don’t see it as much. Suddenly You by Lisa Kleypas and Sleeping Beauty by Judith Ivory are two that come to mind as historicals I really enjoyed.
Conversely, I don’t care very much at all for a vast difference in age with an older man/younger woman storyline. I have no desire for example to read The Admiral’s Bride by Suzanne Brockman. This is the only one of this series I haven’t read. I can’t think of that many contemporaries at the moment with a big age difference but a few historicals come to mind. The latest release by Eloise James for example, hold’s no interest whatsoever for me. These Old Shades, a favourite Georgette Heyer of many, didn’t work for me because he was so much older than she was. Again, using Lisa Kleypas, Because You’re Mine is one of my lesser favourites even though it’s well written and the hero is pretty good. But there is a bit of a disparity in age that bothers me. I can’t think of many examples to be honest because I tend to avoid them.
In thinking of why I feel the way I do, I’ve come up with a theory. It may be a bit whacked, but it works for me.
In order for a younger guy to be attracted to and fall in love with an older woman, I think he has to be willing to look past the surface, the outward appearance and be drawn more to the inner woman. Something about this just makes me melt. Sure, he’s also physically attracted to her too, that’s a given, but I think he cares more about what’s on the inside. I see older women (now that I am one myself) as more learned and less concerned with the outward appearance and more experienced and wiser. Ergo, if a younger guy is interested, he sees and wants the same thing. And the older woman appreciates a guy who appreciates her!
On the other hand, when I see an older man/younger woman storyline, I immediately think it’s just because she’s a pretty young thing and the main thing he’s thinking about is getting his rocks off. If that isn’t the case, why isn’t he interested in someone who matches him better in experience? No – he’s going for the youth because he’s more shallow. And the younger woman is looking for someone to take care of her rather than taking care of herself
I know I’m generalizing wildly here and of course this isn’t always the case. But it’s my gut reaction, wrong headed as it may be. And it certainly explains why I so much prefer one over the other .

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The Power of Positive Thinking

Doesn't always work *sigh*.
Another $5 card. But....they were giving out $10 gift cards as a promotion for any purchase over $50.
And.... I did pick up some good books. So I guess it's not all bad.

Well - I'm off shortly to get my last Tim Daly fix *deep heavy sad sigh* as this is the last week The Nine is on. But being ever the optimist, I still have my DVD of The Outsiders.

'til later

*Edited to Add*

Ah damn, damn and double damn again!!! The bastards cancelled it already!

But some brighter news!!!

Drop Dead Gorgeous has hit the shelves near me! The neighbourhood Chapters has 85 copies! 85!! Wow. Methinks they must think this one will sell!
There are also enough other books to make up my wish list so who knows? I have to go out tonight anyway so I might (ha! I will) stop at Chapters and I will win $1,000. I will!
It will temporarily soothe my disappointment over a cancelled TV show.

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Damn! Damn! and Double Damn!!

Now see - this is why I hate getting invested in television shows!! I just read in the paper that ABC in their infininte wisdom are cancelling The Nine! I love this show. Apart from the fact that I think Tim Daly is mighty, mighty fine, it's a very good show! The writing is intelligent, the characters are well developed, there is a mystery to it that keeps me coming back week after week to see what happens next, Tim Daly is mighty fine and Scott Wolf is a cute thing. I HATE when this happens! I haven't been this bummed since they cancelled The Guardian.
In fact, I'm so upset about this nasty turn of events, I'm taking a brief moment, ducking in real quick and doing this from work - I'm just that unhappy :(

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Isn't he a sweetheart? Well, they both are.

I'm referring to my youngest son. He sent me an email yesterday. Apparently a little while ago, one of his coworkers was asking how his mom (that would be me) was doing. He told her about the 'library' Lisa and I built, that it was filled with romance books (that would have been an interesting conversation) and that I'm taking a creative writing course. His coworker sent him an email about a one day seminar they are holding here in the city about writing and revising and getting published. I think I'll take that too.
To be honest, I wasn't sure how much he was taking in of what's going on with me so I was tickled when I got his email. He also bought me a Nora Roberts a couple of weeks ago - just because. And it was one I didn't have.
He's the accountant of the two. He's known since he was 4 years old what he wanted to do. At age 4 he was better in math than I was. He's got his eye set on being the CEO of the company he works for and I can see him doing it. They are paying for his university education so he is taking that on-line as well as being the head of the finance department and he's only 26! I think he's a changeling.
Now my oldest son is my Peter Pan. I love him just as dearly but I think when he hit about 14 he just kind of stopped growing up. I look at him sometimes after he's said something a 14 year old would think and just shake my head. I think he's a changeling too. Although I am sitting here listening to the newest Loreena McKennit CD which just came out that I bought tonight using a HMV gift certificate he gave me.

And in an entirely different vein, why oh why can't publishers just stop publishing books? Just for one month. Just one. I was at Walmart tonight buying cat food for the Princess when I just happened to check out their rather good book department. Darn them anyway! Of course I couldn't get out of there without buying more. And none of these were even on My List!


Lord Grenville's Captive by Nicola Cornick.
This one looks interesting. I think it take's place during the Civil War in England between the English Civil War.

Her Lone Protector by Pam Crooks.
Yea! A Western. And Sybil has these ones too. And is it just me or is he popping up EVERYWHERE as a cover model?

Erinsong by Diana Groe.
A Viking romance - interesting and not your average historical. Her last one got very good reviews (and is still sitting in my TBR pile *sigh*)

Anyone But You by Jennifer Crusie.
I was delighted to find this one as it's one of hers I haven't read.


So now you're probably wondering why I didn't get them at Chapters and use my gift card to see if I won $1,000. Well - Walmart has them on for 25% off and Chapters for 10%. So if I see the books at Walmart, they have the better price. Darn them anyway.

This 'n' That

First off -

Happy Dance! Happy Dance! I won a book over at Dear Author. I love winning books. The lucky book is Darker than Love by Kristina Lloyd. (nice name)

Drop Dead Gorgeous is on the shelves here. Well, some of them. There are two bookstores within a five minute drive of where I live but of course it's not at either of them. Nope - the copies are on the other side of the city. Now I'm trying to decide whether to wait or drive way out of my way to get this one. I've been impatiently waiting for it for ages now. I'm leaning towards waiting since I have another gift card with a chance of winning $1,000. The last one yielded only $5, so if I can wait until there are enough books out totally the $50 I need to spend, maybe I'll be luckier this time. Let's see:

1. Drop Dead Gorgeous by Linda Howard 'cause I love Blair & Wyatt
2. Bad Girls Don't by Cathie Linz 'cause Sandie really loved it.
3. Under the Wire by Cindy Gerrard 'cause I'm liking this series
4. Mercenaries by Angela Knight 'cause it's finally out in MM
5. The Cursed One by Ronda Thompson 'cause I liked the first one even though I still have the second TBR
6. Autumn in Scotland by Karen Ranney 'cause I have every book she's written pretty much and I hate to break a streak
7. Passions of the Ghost by Sara MacKenzie 'cause I have the first two even though I haven't read them (why should that stop me?)

Yep - I think if I exercise patience I can do it!


My last creative writing course class was tonight. There is an advanced one that starts in January. I think I'll take that one too. It's the same teacher and she is very good. The only problem is there is a lot of writing in class and I don't know if it's carpal tunnel or arthritis or just cheap pens, but it hurst my wrist to write a lot anymore. I think I'll see if it's just the cheap pens. Maybe I need to get fatter ones.

Anyway - that's an update on my life for now.

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Too busy and still too tired

I'm not so sure I like this working and still trying to blog thing!! I love to blog! I need to blog! But I'm getting a bit frustrated at the lack of time I seem to have to do it anymore. I'm slowly adjusting to the working thing. I'm a little less tired this week than I was last week. And now that Dancing with the Stars and Lost are off the air, I have a bit more time. But still - I got used to posting almost every day and now I can't seem to be able to do that. I don't like it. I don't like it at all! Of course I'm also getting de-programed from the soaps which is a good thing. Although I really do want to know what happens with John McBain darn it all!

So - being as my brain still hasn't fully climatized, I thought I'd share another writing exercise we had to do. This one is a 500 word more of less than 10% dialogue. We all had to have the same first line and the same last line. What we put in between was up to us.

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Becky cried. She dropped the pen she was holding and looked up from the bed where she was doing her homework and glanced in anguish at her mother who was standing in the doorway of her bedroom.
‘Damn him,’ Katherine thought as she looked down at her beloved 16 year old daughter. ‘Didn’t he didn’t he care that it was their child that was being hurt by his nasty games?’ It was this lovely girl who suffered whenever Michael, her ex-husband pulled one of these stunts.
“I’m sorry sweetie.” Katherine replied sadly. “But your father just called and he claims he doesn’t have the money for this month.”
“But you promised Mom! You promised that we would go look for a special dress for the dance on Saturday.
“I know I did, but that was before I had the trouble with the car. That ate up a lot more money than I thought it would.” Katherine said on a sigh. She entered her daughter’s bedroom and glanced around at the lilac coloured walls that they had such fun painting themselves and the posters of whoever was Becky’s celebrity crush of the moment and idly thought back to her own teenage days and how black and white the world seemed then.
“Well, there has to be something you can do” Becky said impatiently. “You KNOW how important this is to me! Kyle Turner asked me to go! Kyle. I mean like every girl in the class wants to go with him.”
Katherine looked back to her daughter. She knew she felt a mothers love and was bound to be prejudiced, but her daughter was a beautiful young woman with her auburn hair shoulder length hair and large chocolate brown eyes that expressed every thought, her tilted nose with just a brief sprinkling of freckles, her normally infectious that was know where to be seen at the moment.
‘She was a good daughter’, Katherine acknowledged to herself. Katherine knew she was lucky that way. Except for a few rough patches, so far they seemed to be handling this mother/daughter relationship pretty well.
“What if you use your charge card?” Becky asked, a hopeful tone in her voice
“I’ve already pretty much hit my limit on it.” Katherine replied. “After working so hard to get it paid down, I don’t want it going up again.”
“Well, how about if I call and ask Daddy?” Becky countered. “Maybe if I tell him how important it is, he’ll come up with the money? He must have some saved. He has a real good job this time.”
“I think you’ll be wasting your time honey.” Katherine sighed. “He’s already overdue on his payment. And besides, I don’t want you getting in the middle of this issue between your father and me. It isn’t fair to do that to you.”
“Well, then.” Becky announced. “I’ll call gramma D and ask her”
“No!” Katherine sharply replied. “You will not call her.”
‘That’s all I need.” Katherine thought to herself, ‘to get my ex mother-in-law involved in this.”
“You have to do something then.” Becky said, her voice rising.
Getting up off the bed, Becky flounced out of the bedroom and with a final shot, angrily announced “You must have some money. I never knew you were such a cheapskate!”

'til later

Recent Reads

Take Me by Lucy Monroe
About the book:

Jared, Viscount Ravenswood, has no choice but to honor the deathbed wish of his servant: that he introduce her soon-to-be orphaned daughter to the notorious Duchess of Clairborne. But this is no ordinary child. She's the key to the Duchess's shocking secrets, and to Jared's own unexpected past.

I got this one when I read a great review at Sanctuary's Finest. Earlier I mentioned how much I had enjoyed The Real Deal, but then how much I loathed Come Up and See Me Somtime. This one ended up falling somewhere in the middle. I liked it, I really did. In fact part way through the book I went out and got the first two in the series. I liked Jared. I thought he was an interesting hero, a bit rougher than your normal Viscount so I liked that. And I liked Calantha too. But ultimately I ended up docking points on this one because it was such a cliched story line. The heroine is one of those "virgin widows" with the "evil dastardly husband". I didn't find that believable. We're expected to believe that her "evil dastardly husband" raped servants right left and centre yet didn't touch her for four years. Unh uh - didn't buy it. On top of that, once she meets the hero, she, who has been abused for four years, becomes a died in the wool sex kitten. Nope - didn't really buy that either. Ms. Monroes writing is good. I will read the first two - sometime. And it cleared away the awfulness that was CUASMS so I'm glad I read it, but I just didn't enjoy it as much as Jazz.

Grade: 3 1/2 out of 5


Don't Look Down by Suzanne Enoch
From Amazon:

Enoch introduced art thief Samantha Jellicoe and her British multibillionaire lover Rick Addison in Flirting with Danger (2005). Now the fearless, feisty, "semi-reformed" Samantha is back for a second caper, and so is long-suffering Rick. Having finally decided to leave her life of crime, Samantha goes into the security business. But being legitimate doesn't come easy. Samantha resents all of the unsolicited advice Rick offers, and Stoney, her partner, best friend, and fence, keeps trying to get her to return to the more lucrative life of crime. Plus, there's always the fear that a colleague from her former life, a police officer, or someone she's robbed, will show up at her office. Things aren't much better on the home front. Rick's ex-wife, Patricia, wants Rick back, even if she has to frame Samantha for a crime she didn't commit. As the cherry on the cake, Samantha's first customer turns up dead. With their undeniable chemistry, their witty repartee, and their adventures sleuthing in the glamorous world of Palm Beach glitterati, Samantha and Rick are reminiscent of The Thin Man 's Nick and Nora.

I read Flirting with Danger, really enjoyed it and was delighted to see that Ms. Enoch was planning on a series with these two lead characters. I bought this one when it first came out and it languised on my TBR pile for a while. I figured I'd best get to it when I bought the third one, Billionaires Prefer Blondes. I'm glad I got to this one because it's delightful!! I adore Sam. She's a former cat burglar who's finding it difficult to go straight. She is such a hoot. Strong, independant, she makes Rick, the hero, work for her. I like that in a heroine. And Rick - what a great hero he is. English, rich and a billionaire, he's still down to earth and mad about Sam. I like that in a hero.
This series is very reminicent of the In Death series with a few differences. Sam is a strong, knows her own mind and won't be trampled by the hero heroine. She's also afraid to commit to the hero. Rick is an English (as opposed to Roarke's Irish), rich business man who is more that willing to take the relationship further. They are slowly developing a circle of good friends. They are both very hot for each other. But the differences make then very good too. These are much lighter than the In Death books. Sam isn't nearly as tortured as Eve and Rick seems much more good-natured than Roarke. There seems to be more of a focus on the romance - at least in the first two. The In Death books are shelved in the mystery section around my parts, which I think is right. But this series is shelved in the romance section, which I also think is right.
I'm looking forward to more of these ones.
I haven't read that many of her historicals although I do have a number to be read, but I'm really enjoying her contemporaries.

Grade: 4 out of 5

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I'm so easy!

I was out for a coffee with a friend this morning. The coffee shop just happened to be next to Chapters. I ordered Born in Death online 'cause it was much cheaper doing it that way than it was getting it in the store and when the book came the other day, there was a mystery card inside. Apparently, with a $50 purchase, I had a chance to win $1,000 when they scanned the card.
So with all kinds of releases coming out in the next few weeks, could I wait?
Of course I couldn't!!!! Dumb, dumb, dumb! Instead I took my mystery card, and bought some books I really didn't plan on getting (see recent buys).
And darn it all - I didn't win $1,000. Nope - not even close! Instead I only got $5 off. As Sybil says le sigh.

And to top if off, when I got home and was entering them in the spread sheet, I discovered a couple of them were Avons!!!! So - the inadvertently get another chance. They are ghost stories though, a genre that doesn't have that many and one I enjoy so maybe I'll have to eat my words and enjoy them at the same time.

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Better late that never

And when you see what I got - Whew!!

I'm finally doing the Grab that Book for Devonna.

1. Grab the nearest book.

2. Open to page 123.

3. Find the fifth sentence.

4. Post the text of the next four sentences on your blog along with these instructions.

5. Don't you dare dig around for that "cool" or "intellectual" book on your shelves. (I know you were thinking about it.) Just pick up whatever is closest.

Can you guess my book?


"Lift up," he said.

She did the best she could, and he gently pulled her shirt off over her head. Another easy toss landed the soft pile of sheer red silk on top of his T-shirt. The black lace bra came off next, and his hands came around to cup her breasts.

Can you guess this one? I haven't read it yet - but something tells me I will soon!

Here is the book I am reading. It might be a bit easier.

Tears trembled, spilled again, but she kept going. "She was on the floor, and there was blood, and the room was - it was like there'd been a fight. Broken glass from her perfume bottles and the little bowls she like to collect. She was on the floor. The pink rugs. I was with her when she bought them. They were soft, like a cat. She couldn't have pets. The rugs were soft. I'm sorry.

I'd love to write more, but I think I'm off to bed soon.

"And it's only 8:30!" she wailed.

I have to finish up my big assignment for the class but I'm too tired to even do that. Hopefully I'll be back up to snuff soon as I really hate being this tired!!

So - what's been happening.

First off we had a great weekend! It was the first time in a year and a half that Lisa & I have seen Nancy. While they were bratty younger sisters when we were growing up, thankfully we outgrew that. To be honest, I think it's more that we all moved to different homes and didn't live together anymore. Lisa and I both agree that if we lived together it would be nightmare city. But since we do all live in different locations, we have all become very close.
So it was very nice seeing Nance again. We shopped and we shopped and we shopped. I was most dismayed however when I realized that the bookstore with the good romance section had closed :( So I didn't get nearly the books I had thought I would.

And then came Monday - my first day of work in six months. I'm quite a bit more philisophical than I used to be years ago. This will get a bit gross - but I think many can relate. For the previous week, I'd felt these two zits coming on. I thought they would be big ones when they finally made an appearance but was optimistically hoping they would go away. No such luck. They decided to come 'out' on Sunday and by Monday morning they became the mothers of all zits! The tsunami's of pimples. There they sat - side by side. They are so big I named them. Franky and Freddy did not help start the day off right! I covered them up as best as I could but boy are they nasty. I remember when I first started getting them in my teens, my mother said eventually they would go away. Well, I have entered the second half of a century *ack!* and I'm still waiting! And the hair was almost as bad. I've been trying to let my hair grow and it's been so long since it's been this long, I really have no idea what to do with it. One day it will look great, the next day it looks like crap and I can never figure out what I did the day before that made it looked good. Monday was a bad hair day. A very bad hair day. I looked back at myself in the mirror at work and almost screetched at how awful I looked.

But apart from that, the day went good. It was very strange though. I didn't know that much about the place before I started although I did look them up on the internet before hand. It was part way through the morning when the girl training me was telling me all about what they did when I realized that this was the place that arranged for the home care Ron received. I just found that very eerie. How very strange that the first place I worked at would be something I was so closely and so recently connected with. The second morning they had a committee meeting with an End of Life committee that included many people involved in palliative care and those treating patients who were dying of cancer. One of the duties I'll be doing is taking minutes at these kinds of meetings and Mary, the girl who is training me gave me the option of going or not. I had told her a little of Ron. I decided to go to it and while it was painful, it was also interesting to see how much compassion these people have for those in these circumstances. One of the women at the meeting was a nurse practioner who came to our house every other week. I believe there is purpose for everything that happens in one's life and while I don't understand why of all places to work, this is the one that I'm at, still I'm sure I will understand in time.
Mary is a very nice person and we seemed to have hit it off very well. Unfortunately, she's the person I'm replacing while she goes in for surgery - so she will be back, but she seems to think there is a very good possiblity that they will need to hire more people and it will be expanding in the new year and she's already said she would love to work with me. Ditto with her. So - who knows. The work I'll be doing is almost all kinds of things I've done before so I don't think it will be too hard to learn the job.

But as I said right after I finished work on Monday, I had my creative writing class. The teacher had us write two short stories in one evening!!! So after a very hard concentrating day at work, I had another hard concentrating evening. My mind was mush I tell you - MUSH when I got home. I think the brain is like any other part of your body and when you don't exercise it for a while, it HURTS when you start again. Since I hadn't really worked since May.

One of the hard things though is coming home. For as long as we were married until the last couple of months he was working afternoons, Ron was always home around 3:30, so when I went back to office work, he was always home when I walked in the door. It's hard now but I expect that it will get a bit easier with time.
The princess though, sure isn't a happy cat. She is all over me the rest of the evening, after she chews me out for leaving her for the day. But - she's good company.

I still haven't forgotten that meme Devonna - I'll be back to do it shortly :) but now this tired old brain needs a rest. I'm retiring it for the night.

'til later