Monday Grays

funny-dog-pictures-not-ready-for-monday Who’s ready for Monday morning?!? Yeah, me neither. 😉 It’s dark and broody outside. The air is thick with moisture and we have a chance for storms as cold front collides with warm, moist air. The good news? Temperatures will drop to more spring-like levels and we can probably turn the AC off again. Yay. The bad news? We may have storms but the good news is that we really need rain. so I’ll take the chance of storms to get water.

Saturday, I got caught up on some housework (except I think the vacuum died yesterday when Lawyer Guy was running it. Not his fault! It’s hold and with two shaggy dogs who blow coats twice a year…yeah…anyway…:lol: ) and did some laundry. I also switched over from winter bed linens to summer one. I also got down to brass tacks on filling out my art sheet for COWGIRLS DON’T CRY. Holy moley! Talk about in-depth. Still working on it because…

Yesterday…I took the day off. It was lovely. I did next to nothing. I read, I lounged in bed, I watched TV, and the whole family got together for dinner. Yes, I got to see and play with the Sprout. 😉

Today? Back to the eye doctor for further tests, pick up my new glasses, and finish up my Harlequin paperwork plus email Mr. HEd with picture ideas for the cover clinch plus my “vision” of Chance and Cassidy.

This week? Hitting COWGIRL’S SWEETHEART hard. After my phone convo with Mr. HEd on Friday, I’m all fired up. I know the direction the book is going. Yay!

What about y’all? Did you have a good weekend? Anything of interest coming up this week?

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About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of two award-winning series--Moonstruck and The Penumbra Papers, Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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4 Responses to Monday Grays

  1. Janet says:

    I can’t believe it’s Monday! Where did the weekend go…oh, yeah, I frittered it away! Oh, well – sounds like you had a great Mother’s Day, Silver – yay! And a great conversation with your editor – yay! And time with Sprout – yay! Glad to hear you took some time on Sunday and enjoyed the day – now, back to work, right? Right!

    • Silver James says:

      Right! Just as soon as I can…like…see the monitor. Or read. 😆 It’s almost 5 o’clock and my eyes are STILL dilated. ::P I’ll work tomorrow. *nods*

  2. Jan says:

    Hi Silver, My children were working on Mother’s Day and I went down the road to the beach park with my notebook. I’d been working through plotting a new story. There was a large Samoan family there celebrating. They had a large tent up, food on the grills, music and ladies dancing in their finery. In the park there are picnic tables set about under the parasol branches of Monkey Pod trees and near this gathering were three vacant ones. I chose one and sat down. Pretty soon a boisterous group of four young men in their early 20’s came over with plates of food, smiled at me, placed a plate in front of me, and sat down to eat theirs. Young kids were running by laughing at the audacity of these young men. I don’t speak Samoan but sign language works to say my thanks. After I was finished, I relinquished my seat to another standing near by with his plate.
    I moved across the park to another group of tables where a Samoan lady sat at one. I chose another and sat down. Two teenaged bubbly daughters arrived at her table. She turned away from them and stared at me. She got up and slowly approached my table and stared at me till I smiled at her. She came over and sat down. She hunched over holding her head in her hands like she was struggling with a great sadness. A man came over, placed his bag of personal items on the table in front of me and left. A teenaged boy come over and sat next to the woman. He spoke soft words to her as if consoling her. There were still two other vacant tables near us. When I got up to leave, I found two travel sized bottles of skin lotion placed next to my purse as a gift. I drove home contemplating what an elder woman must mean in their culture. I am 61 with salt and pepper hair. Last night that woman’s great sadness weighed on me as if she were my daughter. A very different Mother’s Day indeed.

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