My husband should be having a third shoulder surgery soon. We’re waiting on a date. We had a well dug and a sprinkler system installed and waiting on sod for the back yard. We’re having a 50th wedding anniversary this year and a short trip planned. Such is the life of retirees. I remember my parents went to south Texas in their motorhome to stay for the winter and had many adventures. Our retirement seems to pale in comparison to theirs.
But in the middle of all this activity, my writing club will turn one hundred years old in January. We’re planning some celebrations. One of which is an anthology of our works. We’ve been talking about it for some time and we’re finally putting it together. I’m gathering all the fabulous works of art and putting them together in a book to be published this summer.
Slowly the documents are dribbling in. I’m impatient, I know. So, I started work on the cover. The title is “Prose Colored Glasses” voted on at the last meeting. And with that in mind, I went shopping for just the right pair of spectacles to go with the title. And I found them at a little discount store.
The title is a spin-off on the phrase “rose colored glasses” like looking at life through rose colored glasses. I had the glasses, now I needed roses—and I didn’t have any. With all the rain we’ve had recently, one rose gardener said his had been beaten down by the weather. I needed to find some pink ones to go with my purchase of the glasses.
I was off on another adventure. I will climb all obstacles when it comes to my club. I wondered if there were roses growing in a park somewhere in town. And I went on a hunt. My husband said to call if I got thrown into “flower jail” and he might bail me out.
I found just the right color of roses in a park in town. With my rose pruners in a sack to not to be so obvious, I clipped a small amount of dainty pink roses, took them home and arranged them on the dining room tablecloth—artistically—and began to take pictures. Above is my masterpiece. I wanted to capture the idea for our potential cover.
If the picture is accepted when I upload it into the publishing website, this will be our cover. It came out good.
Consider this a cover reveal and be prepared for some fabulous writing from many different writers.
What are you reading this week? Get ready for “Prose Colored Glasses.”
I mentioned last week my husband is looking at another shoulder surgery. To say the least we’re not looking forward to it. It’s not his first and we know what he is up against.
My husband had shoulder surgery this year and is looking at another. He is not happy with the idea of being incapacitated and so we work together on the yard work. 
I’ve done a lot of things on this planet in my 69 years. Some smarter than others. But the best thing I ever did was to become a mother of two wonderful human beings. It’s Mother’s Day and I looked up some old pictures to prove to you I raised two children. Both of them live close and I see them as often as possible.
Last week was Enid Author Fest and this week is the Oklahoma Writers’ Federation, Inc. conference. It’s conference time!
It’s Author Fest time!
Easter is time of renewal for spring and a holiday for Christians. Other religions also celebrate near the same time.
The Public Library of Enid and Garfield County is having the Enid Author Fest Saturday, April 23, 2022, from 1-5 pm. Like a lot of things, it’s been two years since the last one and I’m looking forward to connecting with my fellow authors once again. 
It’s spring! I know because I worked on the lawn yesterday. Not really the lawn, but pots around the lawn. I made my maiden voyage to the greenhouse and spent the first of many fortunes. Like everything else, the prices have gone up. I filled some empty containers and wished them well. I hope we don’t have another freeze.
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