Yesterday may have looked like a rainy Friday to others, for me it was transformed into a beautiful sunny day in my heart as I enjoyed a visit from three childhood friends. Our lives took us in many different directions but we always stayed in touch and the bonds of our friendship remain strong. One is battling cancer and two have been widowed over the last few years but we’ve always been there for each other… And that’s without Facebook. I made a big pot of creamy potato soup and it hit the spot. (It was good enough that my husband didn’t even complain when we had leftovers for dinner last night, good sport that he is!)
Amazingly we were all cheerleaders together way back when–but I must clarify an often forgotten fact, especially to young readers. In the old days, there were NO sports for girls. Sports were for BOYS only! Girls could be cheerleaders. Period.That was it. We could only cheer for the boys sports. I don’t know why we blindly accepted that as fair but we did. It was the way it was and we were not supposed to rock the boat.
Thank goodness, times have changed for the better. Over the years I have proudly attended sporting events for my grandsons football, soccer, track and basketball as well as my granddaughters soccer, basketball, track, volleyball and gynmnastics. This as it should be and as it should’ve been…
My writing course is great, part of me wishes I’d done this years ago. I believe: ”To everything there is a season.” And this is my season for the masters writing class.
Besides my required reading, I’ve read one good book, Zero Day by David Baldacci. The intrique, characters, their dialouge and interactions were great throughtout the book. Though I was disappointed with the ending, it was still worth reading.
We watched a good movie from Netflicks, Fair Game with Sean Penn and Naomi Watts, the story of Valerie Plain, excellent movie.
Ithaca Lit’s fall issue is online now with Carol Smallwood’s interivew of me. To read it, just click Ithaca.Lit.com
Till next time, enjoy the beautiful autumn weather and keep reading my firends.
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I hosted my own birthday party Sunday afternoon. My stepdaughter who lives in Switzerland tells me it is the Eurpoean way… My famliy’s been in the USA since the mid 1800s so it had nothing to do with family traditon. BUT I liked it. I just might do it this way every year. I cooked a huge pot of spaghetti and meatballs. My ninety year old father came and he brought my widowed eighty-eight year old aunt, most of the grandchildren were here as well as their parents and my sister and brother-in-law. We had twenty six for dinner and it was fun! Everyone helped in the kitchen as needed. Can you imagine what it would’ve cost if we’d all gone out for dinner?? Plus we would not have had the space or opportunity to talk to anyone except those seated close by, this way the children could play and everyone interacted and mingled freely.
My Masters Writing course is keeping me busy and I am loving it. I’m learning so much…I wish I’d done this years ago but I realize this is right time for me to do it.
I finished reading a good book today. Yesterday a dear friend gave it to me for my birthday. It’s a memoir, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair by Nina Sankovitch. I usually don’t like memoirs…Glass Castle being an exception. I called her this afternoon to tell her how much I enjoyed it. She was shocked I’d finshed it already. Check it out, its worthwhile.
We’ve seen three good movies in the last two weeks. From Netflicks, a documentary, Chasing Madoff. Excellent as well as infuriating. Lawless, a fantastic movie, a true story set in rural Virgina mountains during prohibition. 2016: Obama’s America, a well done documentary very interesting movie regardless of your political leanings.
An interview of Ann McCauley on Writing, done last spring will be published in ItahcaLit.com in the fall issue. *Fall issue is not yet posted.
Till next time, keep reading my friends. And enjoy the cooler fall weather.
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