I won’t lie. I LOVE this piece. Sort of sums up my life at the current time. I’m an eclectic mix of traditional and quirky, all tied up in a collection of “found” pieces like this artist depicts. He doesn’t solder anything, rather “screws” them together. That’s not a dirty word, but it’s somehow fitting.
We are arranging our things and planning a minor remodel in the midst of moving some 400+ boxes. There’s still the landscaping and the garden to tend. I added extra fertilizer to the roses today because it’s time. I want to have a going away party on August 4th and I want those ladies to bloom special for us.
Notice the old school globes, the propeller and the upside-down frame of a candelabra. The burner element from an oil lamp makes a perfect “burner” for the hot air balloon going to who knows where. Because that’s exactly where I am going – who knows?
Had fun listening to some people who traveled in a Pusher for about 5 years last night. I almost wet myself with the stories they had about their bus 8′ slide-out all of a sudden coming unhinged, and he thought he’d blown a tire. Of course, someone was fast asleep on the couch, oblivious to the fact he was in the path of oncoming traffic. Yes! This happened while they were traveling down a 2-lane road! The family screamed until they were able to pull over to get the slide-out put back into place, which is when he woke up.
I was still laughing as I drove home, thinking about taking off from campgrounds in a hurry and leaving their awning behind.
Some of you are feeling concerned right now. Don’t be. Think of the stories. You were there when I went on that 23-day cruise from Italy to Brazil when I wrote Cruisin’ For A SEAL. You know what can happen in a kitchen, or a lifeboat! You also know why the shades were pulled as we sailed down the coast of Africa, and yes, that went into my story, too.
One of the fantastic things about being an author is that I learn so much from my nearly 7 decades on this planet, things that happened in the 1950’s, ’60’s and beyond. Lost memories now re-found and memorialized in stories, woven in there, making them last forever.
The story I’m finishing is Love Me Tender, Love You Hard. Those of you who read the KW version novella that preceded this novel I’m releasing 7-30, remember the term:
I dare you to tell me if you remember what that means. That little eclectic detail actually happened, and luckily, not to me!
There are no accidents. There is only life, in full bloom. I intend to live every minute of it, enjoy every rose and every gardening session!
What about you? Are you yearning for a new adventure?