#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
Winners, songs I sing to my dog, my kind of prepping

First, the winners of last week’s contest are: Brenda I. and Valdi McCoy.  Congratulations, both of you!  (If you didn’t win, no worries.  A new round starts today, and all you need to do to enter is comment.)

Second, yes, I confess, I sing to my Yorkie, Bernice, especially when we’re making one of our weekend mailbox runs.  She sits on my lap and I sing silly songs that I make up as I go along.  (Let’s just say, I won’t be giving up my day job.)  These little ditties almost never rhyme, and furthermore, they don’t make sense.  (Well, maybe “Stinky Dog, Stinky Dog” and “Porky Snorky Yorkie”, but that’s about it.)

Have you guessed?  All my brain power, such as it is, is going into the new book.  :)

Now, for my version of Doomsday Prepping: While others stash food and bottled water and batteries and get ready to ‘bug out’, all of which are good ideas, I suppose, I’m laying in plenty of craft supplies, the non-electrical kind–paint, paper, glue, rubber stamps, etc.  I figure after a day spent hunting and gathering and doing battle with roaming mutants, holing up in my craft room will be just the thing. 

Plus, I have plenty of books.  And candles, of course, because there probably wouldn’t be any electricity…

Don’t say I didn’t warn you about my brain power.

Long time no blog OR: And you thought I was dead

I’m alive and well, and down 3.6 pounds as of last Wednesday’s Weight Watchers meeting.

I’m not sure why I haven’t blogged this week–it just seemed that something popped up every time I wanted to start.  :)

I’m writing, of course, and deep into the study of THE COURSE IN MIRACLES–and I’ve been making the occasional artist trading card, too.  I’ve fallen head over heels for the art of Amedeo Modigliani–WOW.  (Check him out online if you’re not familiar with his work.)

I didn’t do much gardening this year, but Jeremy put in some tomato plants last spring, and they’re ripening now. Yum.  There are few better foods, in my opinion, than a fresh tomato still warm from the summer sun.  Hard to believe these luscious morsels were thought to be poisonous, way back when.  I wonder–who was the first intrepid soul to throw caution to the wind and take a bite?  :)  (Or, alas, made the decision to end it all in the same way.)  In either event, the tasty fruit must have come as a surprise–Holy Delicious, Batman, this thing is GOOD–especially when it failed to bring on instant death.  (If only they’d known about sliced bread and Miracle-Whip Lite, a combination which, in my humble opinion, is flat-out THE most scrumptuous way to consume a tomato, although I also love them with olive oil, balsamic vinegar, mozzerella cheese, or in salads, or stewed and mixed with whole-grain pasta….)

Speaking of food, here’s a tip I got from Goldie Taylor, when she and Buck visited last weekend.  Chop watermelon into cubes, stir in some fresh mint and a slosh of balsamic vinegar, chill awhile or serve immediately, topped with Feta cheese.  Goldie adds pecans, but, like many cowgirls, she’s a size nothing and can get away with it.  I left out the nuts and used reduced-fat cheese–hey, I have to weigh in on Wednesday morning)–and my version was scrumptuous.  I also tasted a lovely cold salad recently, made with finely-chopped kale and fresh cranberries, though the other ingredients remain a mystery.  Does anybody out there in Parable have a recipe for something similar?  Kale is seriously good for you, but it’s pretty bitter by itself, so I’m looking for ways to jazz it up a little, without breaking the points bank in the process.

Sheesh, now I’ve gone and made myself hungry.

That’s about all the news that’s fit to blog, my friends–things have been blessedly peaceful here on the ranch.  Tune in tomorrow, when I’ll announce last week’s contest winners.  No worries if you’re not one of them–the new round starts immediately.  All you have to do is comment, and you’re entered.

In the meantime, take care and be extra-kind to critters and folks who seem a little down-in-the-mouth.  A smile or a gentle word can work miracles.

Cattle drives rarely went more than ten or twelve miles a day, as the cattle had to be given time to rest and graze. A drive from Texas to Montana could take up to five months.