It’s Sunday morning and already 43° outside. For my dog, that is the magic number that allows the wooden front door to open so she can see the great outdoors through a glass storm door. It is heaven for her. The Blizzard of 2021 has been over for a while and it makes me enjoy the sunshine even more. Spring is truly on the way.
In Oklahoma, and hopefully most of the country, the Covid-19 numbers are down. However, we lost over half a million people before that started to happen. My husband and I, as old people, have received both our vaccine shots and I even went shopping with my daughter for a while yesterday, masked up. I see a ray of hope.
It’s been over eight months since my third back surgery and I still don’t have all my strength back. My legs play out much too quickly. I had my Medicare-allotted physical therapy and walked my dog back when the weather was warm, but I sit and write too much. I gave up my gym membership last March and I’ve decided to go back now that I feel more comfortable about the virus.
I visited a different gym this week, which was touted to be much cheaper, but when they added on all the extras, fees, etc., I think I’ll join the YMCA again. I’ve been a member there for over 40 years – my membership fees probably built the west wing – and they probably miss me. I feel comfortable there and don’t get the vibe of “little old lady working out!” that I got at the place I visited. I’m not an athlete, but I’ve always worked out, except this year, and I know it will help me feel better.
When I was young, I was a swimming instructor and managed the city pool in the summer and taught classes at the Y during the winter. I loved it, but it didn’t pay very well. Then I had to go to work and make some money year-round. My family needed me. But I always kept up my Y membership. And now, I’m going back. It feels like home. I might not venture into the water, locker rooms, and showers just yet, but I will use the equipment and clean it as I go. I’m sure the sore muscles will hit me at first, but that just feels like home to me. Masochistic you say? Maybe but I think the world is getting back to normal. I hope.
I’m still writing and always will. I’m finishing up the family recipe/memory book and have plans for a new novel. I need to do more marketing on books that are out there. If you’ve read any of my books, pleased leave me a review on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads, etc. Writers love reviews.
What are you reading this week?
It’s Sunday and beginning to look a lot like spring! The snow is melting, and it was 38° when I got up this morning. I’ve heard flocks of geese moving for the last few days. There is a wheat field about two blocks from my home and they were probably looking for lunch, but they were huge flocks. Oklahoma keeps geese year-round these days but the ones I hear overhead were moving. I hope they know spring is just around the corner. According to the calendar it is about 30 days away.
Good morning and Happy Valentine’s Day from the frozen tundra! Brrrr! All of Oklahoma is covered in snow and we have lots more to come. So, with that in mind, expect the unexpected.
It’s Superbowl weekend and in my house that means we gather snacks and prepare to watch the commercials. I don’t care about football, but some of the best commercials to ever come down the pike make their debut at the Superbowl. It is pure entertainment. 
According to my calculations it is 48 days until spring. The jonquils in my front flower bed are up about two inches. We have cold weather in the forecast for next weekend but a fairly warm week prior to the onslaught. It is the time of year I hunker down and wait it out. 
This year’s theme is Expect the Unexpected – a tag line for my writing since I write more than one genre. But it also describes the year we’ve had as a planet. You all know I’m talking about the pandemic. I’m tired of being home, and tired of the news, but at least I’m not on the front lines taking care of patients or being one of them. I’m bored, not sick – thankfully. So, I write.
Each year I decide on a topic for the blogs I write. Sometimes I get off the beaten track, but this year the pathway is clear. “Expect the Unexpected” is what I’ve chosen. For some time, I’ve wanted a tag line for my writing and since I write more than one genre, this seemed like a good tag line and topic for this year’s blogs. 
