Where Have I been?

I consider myself a very patient, steady as she goes, level headed person with an optimistic outlook on life. For the last month I have exhibited the patience and all the rest, but my cool as slowly turned to heat. What phenomena managed to fluster me? My computer. I want to get my latest book "A Promise Is A Promise" published and it should have been the first of May. I sent my text to the publisher. That went through fine. After that everything went down hill. My adobe reader stopped working properly. I can't get the text on the cover to show up. I have tinkered and investigated and flooded www.ask.com with questions to the point I am afraid I will do damage to my computer. The thing is I have at least fifty books spoke for and they aren't ready. Now don't that frost your cake! Oh, I did sneak outside once in a while to work on a flower bed or in the garden, but I lost most of May at the computer with no results. Do I want to pay several hundred dollars for a program just like the one I have? No. So I have to remind myself I am the patient type and keep trying. Gotta go. Haven't been tried out ask a question yet today. Maybe there's hope yet that I will find an answer that fits my problem.
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Happy Mother's Day

Tomorrow is a day to miss my mother. I think of her often but Mother's Day makes me remember her special motherly talents. She had a way about her like a mother hen gathering all her chicks for a feast she cook in the same way she gathered us together when we needed her to understand, listen and take care of us. Holidays were special to her. She would decorate and cook, preparing for all of us to come home. The table would be full of food for lunch and we'd have enough left overs for supper. Mom had a talent for baking dinner rolls that we called buns. She made the best angel food cakes for our birthdays and candies for Christmas. Always there was extra cake or candy for all of us to take home. Not only was she a good cook but she was kind hearted when she saw someone in need. There was always room for one more at her table. Her garden always produced enough to send home fresh vegetables with people who didn't have a garden. Though it wasn't something she said often, we all felt her love and miss her being with us. Happy Mother's Day Mom.
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where have I been?

Where have I been? I see it has been ten days since my last post. Besides not being home at times, a few days ago I knew it was going to start raining and continue for days. I tackled my large flower beds with a passion, digging out grass and weeds, fertilizing and planting flower seeds. Sometimes I find a volunteer that I can save. Hours in a row at hard labor for two days and I was looking for my bottle of pain killers once I got out of my recliner. Now I am fully recovered and still have two beds to do but the rain beat me to it. Oh well, someday!

I have no rhyme or rhythm to my flowers. I like a variety and happily accept any and all that appear on their own plus the many that come up every year. I had company Tuesday. I took my friend for a tour of my flower beds and garden. It's like giving the history of my family tree. The fern peony was a piece of my mother's. She always called it Mother's Day peony because that's when it blooms. The vigorous dark pink peony, already three feet tall, is my Grandfather's. He died in 1924 when my father was 12. When we moved to Iowa from Missouri in 1961, Mom asked Dad what he would like to bring with him. He said he wanted to go home and get one of his dad's peony. Just before he died, Grandpa planted a row in the front yard. I brought some of the tubers to my house. In a pot in my rose bed is a portion of a Christmas cactus that Mom held on her lap coming to Iowa. A neighbor gave a start to her in the fifties. It was fifty years old or more and belonged to the neighbor's mother. I have some wild geraniums I picked up while mushroom hunting. My mother in law has given me tulips, roses and other flowers. With all of that and more, I still can't resist picking up a few packages of flower seeds or some bedding plants to go with what I have. It's in the genes. That I'm sure of.
Gotta Go
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