#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
Let’s Pretend It’s Monday

Or not.  :)  I spent Monday recovering from Sunday, which was a lovely if very busy Mother’s Day.  Wendy, Jeremy and I visited Mom at her new place; she’s in assisted living and very happy there.  Honestly, the place is marvelous, resembling a good hotel in many ways.  The staff is cheerful and efficient, and the facility is so much closer than the previous one that it’s easy to visit.  After a brief celebration–Mom tires easily these days–we returned to the Triple L.  Wendy cooked a marvelous Mother’s Day dinner while Jeremy fed the horses and kept the dogs busy.  The food was absolutely delicious; my daughter has become quite the little cook.  She also introduced me to a whole new concept: flavored salts.  Who knew?  To this old cowgirl, salt was salt, meaning it comes out of a blue cylindrical box with a girl and an umbrella on the front.  :)  Alas, I am now an aficionado of alderwood salt–a smokey flavor–lemon salt–great on fish–and one whose name escapes me at the moment.  I used lemon salt last night to pep up my baked orange roughy and it was SO good.  

You learn something every day.  :)

I hope you all had an equally marvelous Mother’s Day.

This week’s winners are: Denise Dragonetti and Rita C.  Congratulations, Denise and Rita.  Each of you will receive an autographed copy of ONCE A RANCHER, my most current book.  As usual, a new contest is already rolling; you can enter by commenting.  Two winners will be chosen at random and announced next Monday.  (Or Tuesday.)

On the reading/listening front, I’ve been devouring Maggie Steifvater’s YA series, The Raven Cycle.  (THE RAVEN BOYS, THE DREAM THIEVES, BLUE LILY, LILY BLUE, and THE RAVEN KING.)  Oh, my goodness, I LOVE these books!  Books on my playlist, waiting to be heard: AMONG OTHERS and MY REAL CHILDREN, by Jo Walton; both sound fascinating.  I will also be listening to MERCER GIRLS, a novel about the mail order brides brought to Seattle by one Asa Mercer back in the day, when the place was full of lumberjacks and miners in dire need of wives.  

I seem to be back on track with my weight loss program, thank heaven.  I try to remember that this, like everything else in life, is a journey, with ups and downs and a few (okay, more than a few) wrong turns and dead ends.  Good thing it’s a woman’s (and a man’s) prerogative to change her mind!

Stuff and, perhaps, nonsense

I’m glad to report I did well at Weight Watchers yesterday–down 2.6 pounds.  I’m back on what used to be called Simply Filling, and doing well.  For a while there, I really slacked off and, of course, I began to gain weight again.  Yikes!  For a long time, I just couldn’t seem to get my head in the right place.  For me, mindset is everything, no matter what I’m attempting to do, and in most cases, I can change my attitude by turning a few mental screws.  This time, it was a real challenge–a job for God.

After much fervent prayer, I finally managed the shift.  A big part of the project is simply having the right food on hand–if I get too hungry, and my blood sugar dips, all bets are off.  I will eat anything quick and easy–a Quarter Pounder, for instance.  Now, while I certainly haven’t sworn off fast food–that’s the beauty of Weight Watchers, no food is off-limits–I can’t indulge as often as I’d like–unless I want to be fat.  And I don’t.

Jenni gave me a great quote she found on Facebook: Losing weight is hard.  Being fat is hard.  Choose your hard.

Wise words.

On the dog front, Mowgli chewed the back out of one of my brand new hightop shoes this morning, while I was in the bathtub.  I try to be careful about closing my closet door, but I must have been thinking about one of the several writing projects brewing in my brain.  I heard him chewing industriously–he and Tule were on my bed–but figured it was the antler he’s been working on since yesterday.  Alas, no.  Another shoe has bitten the proverbial dust–preceded by two or three pairs of slip-on Sketchers and a favorite slipper or two.  From now on, new shoes will be stored in their boxes, on shelves.

That silly little critter.  He’s lucky I love bad dogs.  :)

Texas was the most active gunfighting state, with some 160 shoot-outs from the 1850’s through the 1890’s.