Ask A Friend! Seriously!

A note to you senior citizens out there– ask your friends for recommendations.  This means on everything!  Yes, everything from A-Z!  Beauty salons, car mechanics, doctors, dentists, computer repair.  That is the simple beauty of getting old—somebody—somewhere– has been down this dark long, lonely road before you, especially on health issues.  If you are worrying needlessly about a small health issue that’s popped up (or perhaps two or three), discreetly ask a close friend.  They just might have the same issue/symptom/cough/worry and can help you out with tips and suggestions.  If you are afraid of getting something looked at by a doctor, one thing I always keep in the back of my mind is they are aways inventing a new machine/tool, procedure, or pill or outpatient visit that might clear up your issue.  The world is not a perfect place, but believe me, sometimes you need to get over the embarrassment issue and just open your mouth.  Matter of fact, run it by your friends and just ADMIT you are worried.  It might just save your life one day!

It Came From The Trailer Court

I just finished reading this anthology and I can tell you it was a hoot! The title pretty much tells it all. Quite a varied mix of stories to entertain you! Available now on Amazon and from Three Ravens Publishing!

Healing in Helen Georgia

Purchased this ebook on Amazon this spring. Want to say I finished it today, it was super good! I was crying by page 16, something I normally don’t do! The story is about a young woman named Dana, I won’t say anymore because it would give the story away. But she has many shattering events take place in the book. The author is Andrea Renee Smith in case you want to check out her other books.

Bloodstone Written in Stone fine book!

I want to give a shout out to fellow Three Ravens Publishing author R.J. Ladon. I just finished this book and totally enjoyed it! You can putchase it on Amazon. Give it a look-see!

The perfect girlfriend gift- bar soap!

I started doing this recently.  Actually,  I was out of ideas for gifts for women friends.  For years, there was a deluge of “Bath and Body works” products– liquid soap, hand sanitizers (is this really a gift? Come on! It reeks of germs!), and buckets of body lotion.  And scented candles are great, but some folks who live alone and fear house fires don’t really appreciate these.  They give them away to other friends as soon as they receive them.  Then I hit on the idea of bar soap.  It is one of those gifts I don’t buy for myself, but love buying for friends.  Besides the usual places you would buy them, also check in organic grocery stores.  And they don’t clog up landfills like empty liquid bath soap bottles.

Relatives who steal from you

Before I went in the military (yes, ages ago) I bought a travel iron.  It was around $5.00 at a local department store.  I had it for years and years and it worked like a top.  It had a collapsible handle and a detachable water bottle on the side.  It was absolutely perfect.  I had it for 16 years.   Fast forward to 1988– a female relative was getting married and going on a honeymoon.  She lamented in the kitchen one day she really wished she had a travel iron to take with her.  Being nice, I opened my mouth.  “Oh, I have one you can borrow!”   When I delivered it to her, she got this glint in her eye– I could tell she really liked it.  That was fine with me, I was doing a favor to a relative.  Upon returning from her honeymoon, she never returned it to me.  I waited a reasonable time (about 3 weeks) and thought nervously I had better say something.  I explained that I ironed all the time with it and used it for small quilt projects.  The happy look in her eyes disappeared.  I knew I had asked her to return something she coveted.  She gave it back the next time I saw her, before church on a Sunday morning.  She had a glum look in her eyes and her “thank you” was said in a flat voice.  Oh oh, I made Little Princess I-Am-Spoiled mad.  A couple of years went by, and I went looking for my iron.  I had always kept it in the same place (on top of the dryer) along with a couple other irons I used.  It was nowhere to be found.  I dug around the area, sure that it must have fallen off into a box.  Nope, it was gone.  I never said anything to anyone about this.   I kept wondering where my iron was.  Finally (it takes me along time to figure out mean actions) I realized I had given other family members keys to our house.  This was to come over in case of emergency or if they needed baby items (they baby sat my child) while I was at work.  It wouldn’t have been hard to track down my laundry area, duh, they had been in my house many many times.  Princess IAS took it.  She has passed away now, but I always think of what she said many times– “I hate a thief”– well she was one.  I just wanted to tell my story.