I've written about this before, but it seems like a good time to write about it again.
It's holiday time, I have presents to wrap, meals to plan. I'm the chief cook around here (because I like to cook) and that means grocery shopping and coming up with ideas for what to fix.
My granddaughter--the one who lived with me off and on during her growing up years--is getting married. There is lots of excitement and planning in the air about that--though all I'll be doing is attending the wedding. Since she and her mom and dad live in a house on our property, I get to hear a lot about what's going on.
Hubby will be having cataract surgery some time soon. That's going to be something I'll have to deal with too--I've had two cataract surgeries and I know he won't be up to doing a whole lot for a few days.
At the end of the week I have an event, on Friday December 10 and Saturday December 11 I'll be spending all day at the Porterville Art Gallery on Main St. It's the Art Gallery's annual Christmas boutique and I'll have a table near the back with all my latest books.
Son, Matthew, who is a great help, is off trying to get a job in L.A. which means he won't be around much. His wife is always helpful, but with the wedding plans I doubt she'll have much time for me. No, I'm not complaining, just trying to point out how things come up that you don't expect and change what you thought you'd be able to do.
I'm putting the finishing touches on a Rocky Bluff P.D. crime novel and mulling over ideas for my next Deputy Tempe Crabtree mystery. That's what I'd really like to be doing, but I think most of that will have to be put on hold while I tend of life.