Saturday, September 22, 2012

Prizm Books Discount!

Prizm Press, my publisher, is undergoing a great relaunch. It has a completely new website which you can visit by clicking HERE. And they are offering a 15% discount from now until October 5 at  midnight. Just type in "relaunch2012" in the coupon code box when you check out. It's a great chance to stock up on some reading!

(And, when you buy directly from the publisher, we authors make more money from each sale ;)

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Drugs Do Strange Things...

My post-op directions said not to drive or make major life decisions for twenty-four hours after surgery. I wonder if they should include not making blog entries as well? We'll see...

No, seriously, my surgery went fine and I feel just fine and everything's just fine and it's raining out and that's just fine, too.

I was very well taken care of yesterday, though I think I might have had some conversations I can't remember. And there is some blurred thing in my head about the parking garage and a wheelchair and a funeral director?

I was just looking out my window and I saw a little spotted fawn lying at the edge of the tall grass. I took out my binoculars and watched it for a while, and then a gust of wind blew the whole thing apart, and it turned into a clump of dried ferns. Huh.

Maybe I just ought to go back to bed, you think?

That would be fine, too.

Friday, September 14, 2012

More Bird Carver's Daughter

My next guest blog in the series I've been writing for the Birds of Vermont Museum has been posted today. I'm having a ton of fun writing these. I think I could go on forever with memories of the creation of the Museum. Growing up, I had no idea how special the place was to become. Didn't everyone have a museum in the family?

To read the newest post:

Click Here

And I created a sidebar with links to the earlier ones, if you want to read them in order and take a peep into my rather unusual (but very cool) childhood.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

End of Summer Sunset

Every time I go to make a new post, I see that cute sleeping sheep and I think, how can I top that? Besides, I'm crazy with school, and my daughter's ballet classes have started up for the year so I have an extra hour's drive almost every day, and I have to have some surgery next week -- nothing major, a small tumor that I've been assured isn't malignant, but which needs to come out. Still, it's the kind of thing that makes a person antsy. (As my family can attest.)

Anyway, here are a few rather stormy sunsets I took last weekend as an intense cold front was coming though. We got caught in a squall with hail and rain and wind like I've never been outside in before while trying to get in a quick swim before it hit. (Most sensible people head for cover when they hear thunder in the distance. For my family, it means race for the water, QUICK!) By the time I got to the deck, it was too late, and I was smart enough to turn and dash back to the camp. When I got there, I was as wet as if I'd gone swimming. So it all worked out.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

The Fair

How could anyone not want to fall asleep looking at her?

A most friendly alpaca

Miniature Horses. Really, could they be any cuter? Except maybe grazing on my lawn?

All about the animals this year. And a pretty glittery glass prism that makes rainbows. Well, and the food, of course. My yearly fix of onion rings. And a side of fried dough. And a couple lemonades. And a big hug from a former student, all grown up now (made me a little sniffly). The best part -- showing everything to a friend who hadn't been to a fair in... a long time. I'm sure I bored her to death with stories about how I used to go every year with my grandfather and my great aunt, and how this bit was new, but how this was just the same as it had always been. I can remember them telling me the same things about how the fair had changed since they were kids. My great aunt was born in the 1890's. I'm so fortunate that I have traditions, and memories, like these in my life.

Oh, and my daughter is now officially engaged to a wonderful young man. I saw the engagement ring on her finger at the fair, for the very first time. The start of a new story, to be passed down. ("I can remember my great grandmother saying that she went to the fair the day she got engaged, way back in 2012! Can you imagine what it must have been like back then?")