May 30, 2012

From my French Doors...

I've kept myself from blogging lately because I didn't have anything uplifting to say.

However, my mind is full of emotions and feelings and words that if I don't let them out soon, I'll likely explode. Since I don't want to explode here goes.

We are still dealing with husband's health issues. Back surgery the end of March lead to another surgery to reopen the incision four weeks later due to infection.

That surgery left him with a wound vacuum which I'd never heard of nor seen. It vacuums out the wound as the wound heals from the inside out. We've had non stop problems with the vac seal.

While he was in the hospital the last time he grew quite weak and had to have some rehab in hospital before he came home. WE learned he was weak because of the strong meds and once those were withdrawn he felt quite well.

Now home we're dealing with him being plugged in to the electric for part of each day. A pain for him, for sure.

He has made several forays around the lawn on his lawn tractor surveying the property and checking out what he cannot do. Our daughter Susan and grand daughter Samantha have kept up the outside work, including mulching, weeds etc. The lawn is lovely this summer from all their hard work.

So we sit inside or on the deck out back and admire all that we cannot do. (Work which I have to admit I never do anyway!)

Sitting here in the dining room, I look through the French doors which are open onto the deck and I hear birds chirping and water bubbling from the little pond I have on the porch. It makes for a lovely morning.

Today we go to the infectious disease doctor to have R's back wound checked and cultured. We pray that it is healing as it is supposed to do.

When he started out on this journey the surgery was to release a nerve from being pinched in his spine. Now it's lead to a long recovery that will most likely take all summer.

Recently I talked to someone who sympathized with us and said how awful to have this happen to R.

I remembered the story about the man who had no shoes and was sad until he saw the man with no feet.

The story causes me to be thankful for our situation and to have empathy with those who are suffering worse.

We count our blessings one by one and are grateful for where we are in this life we've been given.

WE all have different paths with different blessings and different obstacles. It's how we make our life trip that counts.  We try to travel on ours without being angry or unhappy but with gratefulness and thanksgiving.

A brief update on Vada Faith in paperback form. I just finished what I hope is the last proof. The books should be available online at Amazon by mid June. This process was much longer than I anticipated but that's partly due to my perfectionism. I could not let it go to press with any mistake that I caught beforehand. And of course I caught several.  This was costly in time but hopefully the end product with show the love and care I've given it.

How are things in your world as we head into summer?

Read any good books? Taken any fun trips? What are your plans? Please share. Would love to hear from you.

Hopefully I won't stay away so long next time. I love that I got great comments on my story MICRO. Hope to have a collection of short stories published by fall. WE'll see how things progress here with R's back.

Blessings to all.

May 14, 2012

Micro Wave: A story

                                                           Micro Wave

    The only time Micro ever left his house was at dusk to walk his pug dog, Dumpling. Neighbors got used to the sight of the old man and the pug, both huffing and puffing with every step, as they made their way down to the old wooden pier, jutting out into the Ohio River. Once there, the two would sit on that old pier until dark or after, catching their breath and gazing out into the dark water.
    "Didn't always have breathing problems," Micro said, "but years of chain smoking spotted my lungs. Now old Dumplin' here," he said, "well, he come to me snortin' and snuffin'. No bigger than my hand when I got him."  He studied the palms of his big calloused hands and then bent and patted the little dog.
    Back when Micro moved into the house on the lower east side, down next to the river, he said his name was Micro Wave. His disability checks came addressed that way so people figured he was telling the truth. Or the truth as far as Micro knew it. Truth to Micro wasn't always truth to the others. Neighbors learned that about the old man right off.
    He told stories that made people wonder. Like the one about a wife named Ocean Wave and about being part of the Woodstock scene and the Hough Avenue Riots and the Kent State shootings.
    Micro was neither black nor white but somewhere in between. He said he didn't stand for any one race but stood for many. He played Chuck Berry records on his phonograph, original 45's. Not worn. Worth something, he said.
    "Oh, Maybelline, why can't you be true, oh, Maybelline, why're you doin' those things you used to do." The music floated out through the open windows of Micro's house, drifting out through long white curtains that billowed onto the porch, wrapping Chuck's words in gauze. Wooden spoons propped in the windows held them open year round.
    Dumpling would snore and Chuck would sing. No wonder the old man's hearing was nearly shot. Or so he said, when he was still talking to the neighbors.
    On Friday nights, he used to come and sit with the neighbors, whoever had chairs out, and he'd talk until he ran out of words. Or until he'd take a coughing fit. He would start on the weather and how it was changing and go on to Ocean Wave and how with her the tide was always turning.
    One of the neighbors would finally stick a finger up to his own ear and draw a circle, indicating to the group that Micro was crazy. Others, though, drew in every word he uttered. He may have been crazy, but he was entertaining-crazy on hot summer nights.
    Right before he quit coming out of his house for anything except to walk his pug dog at dusk, he told me in detail how it was at Kent State. The National Guard. The shots ringing out. The blood. And that awful sound of the screaming. How it made his ears ring, even today. He couldn't have told it as well if he hadn't been there.
    Some people came away with pictures of it, he said. He came away with a scar. Neighbors never saw any scar. It could be his scar was in a place eyes couldn't see. Maybe not even his own.

the end

I have a collection of short stories. Some very different than what I usually write.
This one is certainly different.

Not sure where it came from but I'm thankful it arrived. I'd be interested in your thoughts good or bad or indifferent. I'm deciding which stories to leave out of the book of stories I hope to publish on Kindle this summer. Spill your thoughts below. Many thanks! Bless you on this cloudy in Ohio Monday!

May 11, 2012

Vada Faith Free Mother's Day

Vada Faith is going to be offered free on Amazon - Kindle - on Mother's Day.

I had hoped to do another post reporting on the progress of my WIP Sweet Baby James, the follow up novel to Vada Faith.

But husband has been in hospital since Sunday night. He was in for a week before that and had came home Friday night.

Right now he's having in patient therapy to get some strength back from being so ill after his back surgery.

Between running to the hospital and keeping up with things at home it's been difficult to think much less write.

Create Space (Amazon) is almost finished putting together the paperback of Vada Faith. I've ran into so many glitches during this process that it's been frustrating. However I figure once I learn the routine it will be a piece of cake for my next project. Isn't that a laugh. So optimistic.

I'm excited to see so many bloggers now publishing books!

I look forward to reading them all. I have the Kindle on my lap top full of novels to read.

My next will be Tender Graces by Katherine Magendie. Hope I've spelled her name right. I've been following her career on facebook and her blog.

I love that her books are about West Virginia so I look forward to reading her books.

Be back soon with a report on how the writing is going.

Let me know what you are doing these days. Reading, writing or just relaxing???

Take care and blessings all.

Have a great Mother's Day.