... [o]r am I only just now noticing?
BIG meeting for me this afternoon. I’m meeting with a team about publishing my novel series. I released the first one on Amazon without advertising and a novice cover (a photo I took on a trip to Italy). I’m totally unprepared (as I left all of my stuff at my home in Florida), but my biggest worry is that my father “forgets” to shower before the meeting! Ladies, PLEASE make sure you teach your children that two showers/baths a week does not mean CLEAN!
Some weekend juice -- 5 minutes early!
I’m in the mood for a video flashback! (True confession: I wasn’t allowed to watch MTV, so I’m catching up now.)
I call this place #MyBlueHeaven. It’s the place where I felt most in touch with #God. The nuns sang for dinner (literally) and there was a ski lodge up the road. Oh, and the “convenience” stores were convenient for getting your liquor via chocolate candies. (FTR, I preferred the Lake Como area.)
One thing I don’t like about our overly sensitive society is the limitation of free speech to preserve a Victorian-esque sensibility. The alternative, as we have seen, is not one to emulate, but trying to redirect a bull is like playing that game at those arcades where you had this big bean-bag hammer that you’d use to pop these groundhogs as they popped up everywhere. You’d get a ticket every time you successfully caught one, but then they’d start going so fast you just get all flustered and curse the damn thing.
Stop scrolling for a minute and read this image.
It’s so true right now.
God will make a way. Trust Him. (at Livingchristian.org) https://www.instagram.com/p/B93_b9_HExP/?igshid=6ljna9w6h7mv
Once the quarantines are over, make sure to find a music store (i.e., one you can visit) or attend a concert!