A Mother of Mondays

Yesterday was Mother’s Day. It was hot and humid and I hid under the AC because…that’s how I roll. πŸ˜‰ The James Gang celebrated on Saturday, which was a beautiful day. First, there was siren test because…first Saturday. Then it was lunch at our favorite Mexican restaurant, Alvarado’s, with the Kids. LG put Only’s Christmas mobile HAM radio into her Mustang for Mother’s Day. She was excited. I got a Starbuck’s gift card from the Kids. I’m excited. We all went home after, with pledges of naps. I got one. So did LG. Not sure about Only or Baseball Boy. Stormy never naps. πŸ™„

In other doings, my honeysuckle bush is finally blooming! When I go out to toss food for the birds and crows, and fill the outside bowl for Pistol Pete (he also has an in-garage bowl for food), I can smell one of my favorite frangrances. Sadly, it’s too hot to open my office window so I don’t get the pleasure of its perfume while I’m working. So far, it looks like my peony buds will bloom. 🀞🏼

My OSU Cowgirls didn’t do so well against OU. Then again, neither has anyone else. And there’s still a chance to take a game from the #1 ranked team during the Big 12 tournament this coming weekend. My Cardinals ran hot and cold against the Giants. That probably made my friend Allison Brennan happy. She’s a huge Giants fan! Still talking baseball, my OSU Cowboys are on a roll. Yay! We’re coming up on regionals and super regionals in softball and baseball so rankings and RPIs REALLY mean a lot. We’ll see what happens. And yes, I am rambling on about this because I don’t have much else to say.

I’ve done a minimal amount of revisions. And the adding of new words is’t much better. My get-up-and-go got -up-and-went and it’s not just my brain. I have no energy. It doesn’t help that I took a header Friday night. The good news is, neither the plate that hit the rug nor any bones were broken. The bad news is my left knee (never in good shape anyway, but then again neither is my right) and leg has deep bone bruises. At least I fell on a rug this time, instead of the parquet wood floor when I fell on my right knee. Thought I’d shattered the kneecap that time. I’m thinking of changing my pen name to Kathy Klutz. I’m actually considering falling “prey” to the commercials and ordering those fruits and veggie pills that are advertised everywhere. Of course, they run $90 a month so yeah, I probably won’t order but I need to figure out something. The good news on thet front is that I am getting a bit more sleep. You’d think that would help the whole energy-level thing but so far, nada.

New release dropped into my Audible app this past week and it obviously necessitated a maratho reread of the series! Luckily, I adore this particular fantasy. The first three books are an arc about Everly “Evie” Blair, the Winter Queen of Bolona. The fourth book transitions to Gemma Ripley, the crown princess of Andvari, and the new release continues Gemma’s adventures. The Crown of Shards/Gargoyle Queen series is amazing. The rules of magic are innovative and unique. The characters aren’t perfect but you can’t help but cheer for the good guys and boo the evil bad guys. Now, let me explain that–as a person with power, the characters aren’t “perfect” but the characterizations from the author? All kinds of awesome! I finished the previous 4 books last night and today I’m starting TEAR DOWN THE THRONE, the new release. If you are a fan of sword and socery fantasy, I highly recommend these books by Jennifer Estap. There are tomantic elements, and romance develops between the two main characters of each set, but it’s there to enhance the story, not overshadow it.

Hard to believe we’re already into May. Seems like just yesterday that was March. I thought time was supposed to slow down the older you get. Yeah…hasn’t worked that way for me. Ah well.

As always, Monday means Wallyworld. And Starbucks. Jake and I will be off early because I like having a close parking space close to the cart return. Yes, I am both lazy AND conscientious. People who leave their shopping carrs in the lot–especially in parking spaces just irk the snot out of me. Hope all the moms had a happy day and that life is good for everyone. What about y’all? Do you return your carts? And what really irks you about shopping?


About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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1 Response to A Mother of Mondays

  1. Whether I return a cart has a lot of factors – my car’s proximity to the corral, weather, how I’m feeling, my degree of gimpy in that moment. Most days I return them. Some days, I park them strategically facing a concrete thingie so they don’t roll away and damage someone’s car or get in the way of other people parking. I’m not a total heathen.

    I’m glad you had a nice Mother’s Day gathering. Ack about the fall, though. Dang, girl. That’s my schtick. Yay for good books and for honeysuckles. Bummer about the baseball and the writing. Hang in there. :hugs:

    Mother’s Day… I called my mom and, since she’d spent Saturday with the sisters, I got her all to myself for a long phone call. Hubs called his Mom and had a nice long phone call there, too. While he was on the phone, I made a lemon oil cake. I used strawberry frosting on it. Yum. It’s very Spring forward. LOL But I did something wrong with the recipe and it fell in the middle. Sorta flat and kinda dense, but super moist and yummy. :shrug:

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