A Little While Later!

Thank goodness Mercury is out of retrograde, because today has been another great day for me. I woke up early and did my morning chores and after breakfast I started walking with Leslie, while Tony was outside feeding the dogs and cleaning the pens.

After I had walked four miles and had just started the walking video over again, so I could walk two more miles when the phone rang—it was my good friend, Reverend Analea Rawson from the Unity Church in Austin. I wanted to talk to her, so I muted Leslie and decided to walk with her and her friends in silence, as I talked to Analea.

Forty-eight minutes later, I was laughing and still talking on the phone to Analea, as I finished walking four more miles. After I turned off Leslie Sansone's walking DVD, I started pulling things out of the freezer and the refrigerator and started preparing Tony's and my lunch, as Analea and I continued to talk. Twenty minutes later after we said goodbye to each other, I pulled the Mexican cornbread out of the oven and Tony and I sat down and ate chicken with beans and cornbread. T. cleaned his plate, so I guess you could say, 'it was pretty good.'

Thirty minutes later Tone loaded Kinky's old electric typewriter into the back of Buttermilk and we took off for the UPS Store in Kerrville, so I could ship it to Roger and Mary Peach in Kansas and so I could also mail Analea her silver ring back to her that she had taken off and left on the bathroom counter when she had washed her hands.

After I had paid the shipping fees, Buttermilk took us to Wolfmueller's Books. We had to park in the back of the bookstore, because they had so many customers in the store. When we walked in the back door, we saw Jon at the front counter busily checking out customers. "Where's Sandy and Mary Jo?" I asked.

"Mary Jo is off on Tuesdays and Sandy is out buying books," Jon said. After the line of book buying customers left the store we stayed and had a fun visit with Jon.

"Jon, I've got a big secret and you can tell Sandy, but no one else—especially Kinky." Jon nodded his head and then I revealed my secret, which I can't tell y'all about, yet. Hopefully, in two weeks or less it will no longer be a secret and I can tell y'all.

After we played 'I've Got A Secret' I said, "Jon, I'm doing a book signing at the Medina Library on October 14th and I am really excited about it and then we talked about that. Then we talked about Nelda and Jimmie Dunn coming to visit us from Arkansas and how excited T. and I were about it. Before leaving Kerrville's favorite bookstore, I bought two more books by Susan Wettig Albert, because I am hooked on her China Bayles mystery series. She is a fabulous writer and when I start reading one of her books—I can't seem to put them down. She's as good as Sue Grafton and Lillian Jackson Braun, and her mysteries take place in the Texas Hill Country. In other words—I love them!

After we said goodbye to Jon, Buttermilk took us to H-E-B, so Tony could buy gas and I could get groceries. Tone went to get gas after he dropped me off at the front door to save time. When I was nearly done shopping and my cart was nearly full Tony found me in the fruit and vegetable section over by the bananas. "Are you nearly done, Nance?" Tony asked, impatiently.

"Yes, and look what I just found!" I said, excitedly, as Tony looked into my cart. "It's a Fairy Tale pumpkin! Can you believe it?"

"Are you sure it's a Fairy Tale?" T. asked. After I showed him the sign on the pumpkin bin and the sticker on the bottom of the pumpkin he believed me. "I'm going to have to call Carol and let her know they have Fairy Tale pumpkins and I need to find out how she cooked it. She did it the last time for us."

"Be sure to get her pumpkin bread recipe, too," Tony said. "Her pumpkin bread was the best that I have ever eaten."

This evening around six o'clock, while I was doing some paperwork, Tony walked into the big room carrying his camera backpack and he said, "I'm going fishing. I'll be back in a little while."

A little while later—we had an unexpected fifteen-minute downpour that wouldn't quit. In fact, the rain was coming down so hard and fast it made Toto get under our bed to hide. Two minutes after the rain stopped as fast as it had came T. walked inside the trailer—soaking wet and it made me laugh when I saw him. He was drenched from cowboy hat to boots. "Did you catch anything?" I teased. Tony laughed, as Mama came running out of the bedroom—into the big room and jumped up on him and showered him with kisses.

"Yeah," he said, as he unbuttoned his wetter-than-wet shirt, "I've got over a gallon of water in my boots for you."

P.S. I want to wish Rick a Happy 64th Birthday, again and I just discovered that Susan Wettig Albert's book, A Dilly Of A Death that I bought today at Wolfmueller's is signed by her to someone named Isabelle! I love it!

Y'all have a great evening!