A Cool Day

I spent much of the day yesterday sending out my free author’s newsletter to my subscribers, announcing my newest book, A Changing World. If you’re not already on the mailing list for the author’s newsletter and would like to be, send me your e-mail address at editor@gypsyjournal.net. I promise not to spam you, and I never share e-mail addresses with anybody.

The book is already doing quite well. At about 11 o’clock last night it was ranked at 11,231 out of all the millions of books on Amazon. I sure won’t complain about that. I have also heard from several readers who have started the book who say they are really enjoying it. I like that even more. 😊

Yesterday was a very comfortable day here at our place. The temperature never got above the low to mid-70s and a nice breeze was blowing that kept it feeling cool outside. Probably one of the nicer days we’re going to have for quite a while, because the weatherman says this time next week it will be 90.

I took advantage of the nice temperature to go out to the garage and spent a couple of hours trying to sort and get things arranged out there. It’s been a mess ever since we moved in, with unopened boxes piled here and there. Terry’s been looking for the battery and charger for her Black and Decker weed trimmer, which have somehow gone missing in the moving process. I didn’t find them, but I did find some other things we’ve been looking for. Terry says she is sure they’re here somewhere, and eventually we will stumble upon them.

When I got done in the garage, I sat out on the back deck for a half hour or so just listening to Terry’s wind chimes and enjoying the day. When we bought the house, there were several birdhouses that had been put up by the previous owners and we have never noticed any birds around them. But yesterday this little guy was busy coming and going from one of them. We also had a couple of rabbits in the yard. That’s fine, just stay away from the garden. The photos aren’t great because I took them with my phone from a distance.

The ground is still pretty wet from all of the rain we had the day before, but it’s supposed to be dry for the next couple of days and I’m hoping it will firm it up enough for me to be able to get some mowing done with my brush hog. Let me correct that; in this area everybody calls it a bush hog, which is actually a brand of mower but is used as a generic term, kind of like any copier used to be called a Xerox.

It’s funny how languages evolve like that. When we lived in Florida we were on the Intracoastal Waterway, which is the correct name for it. But 90% of the people called it the Intercoastal Waterway, including at least one television weather reporter. Or how in some parts of the country people drink soda and in other places they call it pop.

Today we have our first visits with our new doctor at Pickens County Primary Care in Reform, which is about ten miles away. Since we are out of all of our prescriptions from Florida, I’m hoping we can get them called in while we are there.

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. I feel like drove into sign hell.

 Thought For The Day – When you say yes to others, make sure you’re not saying no to yourself.