Tonight my friend Kay and I attended a “ meet the author” at AR Tech. Eli Cranor (one of my 6th graders long ago) teaches creative writing at Tech. He invited S. A. Cosby to talk about writing. It was very interesting and entertaining. Shawn writes southern crime fiction. His 2021 novel, Razorblade Tears, debuted #10 on The New York Times Best Seller list. His latest book is All Sinners Bleed. I’m going to try one of his books!
Laura also had chicken tortilla soup for my lunch. Cilantro to go on top, too. This is a good day. I made some chili and I’ve ate it 3 days. It was too hot. I’m not sure why, but I made myself eat it 3 meals. The chickens will get the rest today. I’m not a good cook and as each year goes by in worse.
I walked early and saw we had our first frost. It wasn’t a killer but still there was frost here. 40 degrees was our low.
My exercise class today is cardio. It has some kicking. Today I’m kicking easy as kicking hurts my knees.
Fleta goes to the Dr. for a check on her leg today. Hope she gets good news.
When your kids get to be teenagers, they start to get “a mind of their own”! Erin baked this pretty pumpkin cake to take because of a funeral! She went to bed with a beautifully baked cake and awoke to a slice missing! I chuckled but I know Erin did not!
Ada is going to come home with me Saturday and stay until Monday. Laura and I are going to check on Sister Fleta and fix Larry a fresh bouquet. Then we’ll go by Erin’s. I have gifts for Greta. She will soon be 14. Laura got my gifts for me. Greta wanted clothes for cooler weather. Ada made this picture at school. I see a ghost and fall leaves. Acorns falling. I like it.
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Ever read a book and wish you hadn’t. Pete Rose still holds the record of MLB's all-time leader in hits (4,256). He played in 3,562 games. He won three World Series championships, three batting titles, one Most Valuable Player Award, two Gold Glove Awards, and the Rookie of the Year Award. He was not a man of character.
Laura and I are taking new flowers for Larry’s vase next Saturday.
My father did not believe in decorating graves, but Momma did. After he passed, she wanted flowers on his grave. Richard thought it was important too. I’m a middle roader. I see both views.
In the 1700s, a young French girl named Adrienne disguised herself as a cabin boy named Jean in order to follow her beloved to the New World. Because of her small size, the other sailors nicknamed her “Petit Jean,” French for “Little John.” At some point after arriving in Arkansas, Petit Jean became ill, although the exact nature of her illness remains unclear. One source implies that she contracted swamp fever while nursing her lover back to health from that disease; another lists symptoms—“fever, convulsions, delirium, and finally coma”—but only says that her malady was “strange to Chavet and his sailors.” Whatever her illness might have been, her identity was revealed. Unfortunately, she succumbed to the illness, died, and was subsequently buried atop the mountain now called Petit Jean.
I’ve been busy! Everything is dead outside so I have to find projects indoors! I made these for my Grandgirls to give to friends of theirs who are expecting a blessing💙
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My friend Kay and I take turns treating each other to a meal out. One month she picks and treats and the next, my turn. I picked Skylark Cafe at Leslie, AR. She’d never tried it, but it sure made her want to eat there again. Dessert is their specialty. We each had cheesecake. Kay’s was called Mardi Gras Cheesecake. Skylark Cafe is a 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 5 star eatery.
