Posts made in June, 2019

I Am Being Invaded

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I Am Being Invaded

Well, the Widow is under attack.  Not by just one invader, but several! The invasion started with lots and lots of rain. I welcomed the first six inches, but after the next ten inches, I knew that there would be an invasion of one culprit, the bigger than bats divebombing Mosquitoes. As expected, the Mosquitoes came. They hovered under the trees during the day time, so they could divebomb me if when I walked outside to sit in the shade. At night they thrilled at swarming around the doors, to trap me inside the house and act as watchdogs to keep all visitors at bay.  In retaliation, I bought...

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Fiction, Non-fiction, & A Memoir

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Fiction, Non-fiction, & A Memoir

For some strange reason, as I tried to sleep last night, my mind decided to think about the difference between the writing of Fiction, Non-Fiction, or a Memoir.  I have no idea why my brain decided to think about that, but half the time, I am not in control of what my mind thinks about or when it works. What is the writing of Fiction? Is it just made up by the crafty brilliant minds of authors, or is it real life experiences hidden in the embellishment of fiction to hide the truth and protect the original characters. Many writers have said that all Fiction has some truth in it. Other writers...

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Babysitting & Potty Time

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Babysitting & Potty Time

There is a beauty to living out in the country in a little white farmhouse.  Scotty had fields to run and play in, but only if Frank and I were watching him closely. Our friend, Tommy, the head coach, spent a lot of time at our house.  Frank and he had dug a hole to put hot mesquite wood coals into after they had started a fire next to the pit with the wood.  Once they had enough coals in the pit, they placed a wire rack on top of the hole to cook hamburger patties or hot dogs.  We would all gather around the fire, talk, and then eat when the hamburgers or hot dogs had finished cooking....

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Life Lessons & Hail

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Life Lessons & Hail

There was never a dull moment in our lives while we lived in La Pryor, and we thanked God for that. Frank loved basketball. I think of all the sports he played that basketball was his favorite.  He had the most beautiful hook shot, and he tried hard to teach me how to do it, but to no avail.  Time would only tell if Scotty would take after Frank or me in shooting the hook shot, but we prayed Scotty had more of Frank’s genes for playing basketball. Frank was a great coach and respected by his players as a fair coach who would teach them the game but was never afraid to discipline them...

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