I have a problem with my wife and I just don’t know what to do about it. I know what I should do about it, but that’s not going to happen. You see, my wife is the best cook in the world, and she makes wonderful treats all the time. It’s something she loves to do, and I love to eat everything she makes, as my waistline proves. That’s the problem. I should exercise at least a little bit of willpower, but I have none.
It’s been a while since Terry made some of her delicious cinnamon rolls, but yesterday she decided it was time. Actually, she decided the night before, because she made the dough up and put them in the refrigerator to rise overnight. We had some for breakfast yesterday morning, and I would say they were delicious, but that would an understatement. We did take some to the neighbors across the street, but that still left plenty for me. Cholesterol be damned, I’m going to go have another one!
We go to the grocery store every two or three weeks, and yesterday afternoon it was time because we were out of quite a few essentials, including chocolate milk. We got to Publix at about 3 PM, and it wasn’t very crowded. We were pleased to see that everybody in the store, customers and staff alike, were wearing masks. Maybe people are finally getting the message.
My ego got a little bit of a boost when I smiled at a young woman with a child, and she said, “Even with the mask on, I can tell you’re smiling. You have smiling eyes.” Talk about making an old man feel nice!
Back at home, we carried the groceries in, and Terry put things away while I answered a bunch of emails and looked for a photograph that Elizabeth Mackey could use on the cover of my new Tinder Street book. I wanted something like an old Model T, but the best thing she could find and get the right to use was a 1931 Ford. It was gorgeous, and I loved it, but the book runs from 1920 to 1925, so, unfortunately, it did not fit the time period.
But longtime reader Donald Hann posted a picture of a 1925 car for me and told me where he found it. It was at an antique automobile dealership and museum in Pennsylvania, so I called to inquire about getting the rights to use the photo. The president of the company told me that I was more than welcome to use it, and when I offered to pay him, he said just to send him a copy of the book. How cool is that? So here is the finished cover.
Terry finished proofing the last part of the new book yesterday, and I made her corrections and sent it on to proofreader number two. I’m looking forward to getting this one behind me so I can start my next Big Lake book. I’ve missed Sheriff Jimmy and the people in that quirky little mountain town.
And finally, here’s a chuckle to start your day from the collection of funny signs we see in our travels and that our readers share with us.
Thought For The Day – If you believe all this will end and we will get back to normal just because we reopen everything, raise your hand. Now slap yourself with it.