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!