The roaring engine of a 46-foot, 18-wheel semi stopped traffic in my neighborhood until the driver could unload something I had ordered. It was 30 cases of books. What was I thinking?
I pretended it was a surprise but the driver knew better. It was my book “Love, Laughter & Losing My Key: A Boomer’s Survival Guide.”
Sleep has never been my strong suit. Nightly tossing and turning with random thoughts churning through my head are more my style, and many mornings I get out of bed half past dead.
I made up a recipe to help use up an overabundance of eggplant supplied by
Farmer Sam, whose farm coop up I joined. It turned out so good several friends have requested the recipe. It’s also good if you have any summer tomatoes hanging around but jarred pizza sauce or regular tomato sauce are fine too.
“The Book” will be out next week (cover at left – poor quality because I shot it from a poster), Then I learned this week that my pesky cancer has returned, but I am strangely pumped. Go figure.
By now you know that my book “Love Laughter and Losing My Keys: A Boomer’s Survival Guide” will be out next week. So I’d best be about surviving this stubborn cancer bugger lest my book title go down the drain with my book sales. The big question is NOW WHAT?
This week, I followed a young man as he wandered through Walmart. I wasn’t stalking him exactly; I was just fascinated by the running dialog he was feeding into his cell phone. Without taking a breath he talked non-stop while he gathered everything from cat food to boxer shorts. He never paused to allow his caller a single word.
Truth be told, I’m probably just as bad although I don’t make it a practice of conducting my business in the middle of Walmart. I suspect we have a listening crisis in the 21st century. With so many things competing for our attention, it’s no wonder listening is no longer a priority.