Merry Christmas! I hope yours was great—mine was. It was smaller than usual, but the food and company were wonderful.
We had Christmas dinner at my son’s again. He’s a great cook, with a big enough house to hold the family and it takes a load of pressure off me. I’ve hosted Christmas for many years and have two tables, kitchen and dining room. But after all these years to only have to bring food to an event is a godsend.
My sister is sick, and my son-in-law’s mother is ill and those were the topics of conversation. But we still had a great time. Most of the grandchildren were there—one from Colorado—and it is always great to see them. They are grown, but they are still my grandchildren.
When it was over, my daughter and I realized we didn’t take one picture! This is just unheard of in our family. But maybe we were having too much fun to drag out the cameras.
I have leftovers, but not a ton. There were only ten people around the table, and we didn’t have to prepare as much food as sometimes. That is a good thing.
But the love was what brought us together. My son is off this week and going fishing. My son-in-law is probably heading out to see his mother. My granddaughter is off to Colorado and back to work.
Christmas dinner is never enough to see my family. I want an entire week, but that’s impossible. They have lives to live and projects waiting for them to finish. But the feelings of Christmas live on in our hearts. When you get busy this week—and you will—try to remember the feelings of being around that table with the people you love, and it will once more warm your soul.
Family is everything.
Last week we discussed the book and craft expo at the Enid Public Library. I saw lots of old friends and talked to the public who attended. But the best part of the book signing was the little book that was gifted to me. 
The Public Library of Enid and Garfield County hosted a Friends of the Library Book, Bake, & Craft Expo yesterday. There were 20 authors, a baker and some crafts made from books. Lovely! I attended and met up with some old friends.
Some seemed surprised when they just walked in the door to return a book and found the entire downstairs filled with books for sale.
(Did I fall asleep talking to Sheldon Russell?) With the pandemic, there have been fewer get togethers than the past. I hope we can continue to do such things. I sold some books and bought some books (I always do) and talked literature with like minds. I’d love to do it again soon.
It’s Christmas and what better time to give the gift of books. If you have a child on your Christmas list, give them the gift of living a life outside themselves. Books can transport you to places you might never go.
This week we transitioned from Thanksgiving to Christmas. We have less than a month to decorate, eat to excess, and buy all those gifts for under the tree.
It’s Thanksgiving this week, a time to think of family.
I’ve published one comic book, Stone of Thor, for Okie Comics
You can get a copy there is you’re interested. I wrote it based on my two books, Glome’s Valley
and Return to Glome’s Valley
We just ended Daylight Savings Time—again. I was really tired of the dark mornings, but this evening, I’ll be tired of the early dark evening. Sigh. I am a sun worshiper. You can tell by my sun damaged skin. And if I had my way we would have more sun than dark. Twelve hours of daylight followed by twelve hours of dark is not enough light. But the universe doesn’t ask me.
I took a little fall vacation last week and my husband and I and our cousins traveled to Corpus Christi. I am drawn to water like a magnet. When I was a kid my favorite TV show was Flipper. I dreamed of having a dolphin friend instead of a dog and living on the beach. I didn’t. But I have been able to visit the beach a few times in my life. I could live there. If for some unknown reason I missed my ride back home, I know I could survive on the beach.
We drove into Corpus Christi along the beach until the road ended at the Naval Air Station and saw the sea wall and downtown murals around La Retama Park. I know they have First Friday Art Walks there, but we didn’t make it on the correct weekend. I wrote about the art festival in Secrets of Sandhill Island and wanted to see it. I was on a mission to research for another book. 















