I swear, I get one problem solved, a new one comes up.

I got my banking issues taken care of, I straightened out stuff with my family, and I got recognition as a woman while doing laundry, so everything is smooth sailing, right?

Well, no.

My mother took another fall Monday night, and is still in some difficulty.

Being the stubborn woman she is (gee, I guess that's where I get that trait from), she wont let me take her to a doctor, so I'm stuck hoping she heals on her own.

Hard to believe that sixty years ago today.
Space the final frontier…

Was first said on tv.

This spawned countless tv shows, movies and is still ongoing.

Without it I doubt many other science fiction tv shows and movies would have come around.

At that time it was crime dramas/ country western that was the main stay.

Secret agents, police shows, comedy shows..usually with a set defined good guy vs bad guy.

The seventies opened up with much different movies and the old shows declined.

I fell in the hallway about an hour ago, going to answer the door. It was a neighbor, and between him and Melanie, they were able to get me up. I had stubbed my right toe turning the corner in the hall, and while I lifted my right foot, the left leg just gave way under me. I'm okay, a scratch and bruise on my left arm, but it was a bit scary. I need to remember to take a cane with me even when just going down the hall since my left leg does not always work properly.

Hugs,
Erin

https://www.youtube.com/@AirLadyJet Six ft, three inches, she is Russian and not transgender. She has flown into Japan, USA and dozens of other nations. She is a model, and done hundreds of commercials. Mostly the lanyards around her neck state “FLIGHT CREW” others advertise for some company. She is not a pilot as some suggest. In some of those videos I’ve notice two men in black close by, guards. I'm positive they hate their job, OR NOT! I'm using her as an example of how to do it right when one is different.

My Dear Readers will know that Shrewsbury Folk Festival features an awful lot in my stories. I am now back from the latest. I had to hire a car to get there and back, and as my neighbour helped load it, she asked if I really should be going, given my explosion in health issues.."Got to try..."

I have been epilating with a facial epilator since November, I haven't shaved my my beard area since. I only spend a few minutes a couple of times a week running the machine over my throat and beard area and my beard growth is disappearing about which I am rather pleased. Also the skin is softer because it doesn't have bristles under it. I accept plucking by hand or by machine anywhere near the mouth does hurt a bit but nowhere near as much as electrolysis and once you have a machine the costs are minimal.

I am currently reading/working my way through the Spearfish Lake Tales stories. There are 65 books with nearly 2100 chapters in total. Only about 8 or 9 books are NOT interrelated around the fictional north Michigan town of Spearfish Lake, as well as a few other near by fictional localities. The bulk of the tales cover the 1980s, 1990s and 2000s, though there are retrospectives and flash-backs as far back as the late 1940s.

We've had to turn on defensive mode with our firewall because we've been getting as many as 400,000 hits a minute.

They usually tire over a few hours and go back to ignoring us but for now, we raised the fences to keep them out.

This means you may have to answer a question from Cloudflare to get in.

Hugs,
Erin

Planned to trim and mow at least some this morning, but it was still raining. Waited 'till after 11 and did most of the trimming. Took an unplanned break when I ran out of trimmer string on the new trimmer and had trouble finding the manual. Turns out that reloading is pretty easy. (I'm starting to love Ego products.) Soaked with sweat; cooler outside but still very humid. Will resume around 3 this afternoon.

I did some cleanup of my writing folder recently. This included sorting my posted from unposted stories, and collecting the word counts of those stories. I now know as of Jody part 15 that these stories amount to 672,411 words.

So, new story, almost 8,000 words; post all at once or just drag out the chapters?
TIA
Hugs,
Diana

So I saw the swallowing clinic today, and it was good news.

The first thing was they think they figured out what happened. When I last had Covid, the muscles in my throat got loose at the same time as the nerves lost their connection.

Then they took some x-rays, and the system has improved greatly

Not all the way back, but much better than the last time they had checked.

They recommended that I continue to take small sips and bites, and to periodically clear my throat in case anything had gotten stuck.

Overall, I feel encouraged.

And I think I just found my new favorite coffee cup!

https://www.resistprint.com/products/unisex-fdt-print-coffee...

spend the day with my aunt and her dog. He's having a rough go, and might need to be put down, so I wanted to see him one last time.

I could use some hugs, folks

how do you all feel about authors breaking the 4th wall? too distracting? or fun insight?

New Chapter of Coop's story has been posted. Thanks to everyone for the kind reaction to this story so far :)

https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/111436/world-accordin...

OK, it's not new, just refurbished. If you read my blog you will remember that first Firefox crashed and the the OS went down in flames. I found a local shop that specializes in Lenovo and IBM. I had then swap the 120 gig drive C: for a terabyte and reinstall Windows 10. That took care of the software problems.

I had been having intermittent keyboard problems so I had them replace the keyboard. It turns out the keyboard is integral to top deck of the computer. As a result, the computer looks brand new.

Hi everyone!

Chapter 6 of Plot Twist In paradise is now up!

https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/111366/plot-twist-par...

I will be sticking to posting on Fridays which was the regular schedule... that is unless more tragedy strikes... gulp... lets cross our fingers that doesnt happen!

Happy reading!

Love & Hugs,
Emma / Emma la Tierce / E3

Posted a new story yesterday, forgot to write this blog for it. Ch.1 is up now, I'll post a new chapter per week until its finished.

https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/111343/world-accordin...

It's been a long time since I've had to worry about fires that I wasn't fighting. Lol. Even THOSE have been awhile, but we got a level 3 evacuation alert today. I'm at our church with my family and clients now. Gonna be a long day or two.

When I started this morning it was a 'chilly' 28C in here. I have managed to finish and tartify the next chapter of VotV so it is up for your enjoyment. Now it is 32C and things are getting a bit too much even for me, let alone the equipment.

I'm sorry everything has taken so long but Real Life(tm), you know? Assuming the weather breaks, and I don't get burnt out of my home, then things should become a little easier in the next month or so.

Last night I remembered a story I read (I think on here) that I cannot remember who wrote it, or a title... Premise was boy was roped in with his cousin(?) to help clean out an aunt or other family members house. As they did so they came across a series of dresses she had made that he then tries on since he's a doppleganger for the person she designed them for after being pushed into it by the cousin. The story revolves around those dresses and finding them since they're numbered and in an order as they clean out the house. Eventually SHE admits she's tg and moves forward.

Well, since Shiraz hasn’t posted about her most recent story yet, let me try my hand at it. This one takes place completely at Vernon Farm. (Well mostly) It also brings the story into recent current affairs with the whole COVID-19 crisis. Then just when you are lulled into thinking things are going smoothly, BOOM, Shiraz drops the big one… (Ok that might be a bit of poetic licence on my part.)

I do recommend the book very highly.

HER

Once in a while I bare my soul; more often my soles bear me.

Seventeen years ago I found a home for this part of me who never really lived outside of my heart. Along the way I discovered purpose and a vitality I dared not live.

Wrote this in a flash of inspiration last night. The images are AI but the text is not. Let me know if it's worth expanding into an actual story.

Here you are: young, beautiful and eighteen years old. You have everything you've ever wanted and everything you could ever want. Your life is almost picture perfect, albeit with only one small exception. Ever since your step-mom ran off with a younger guy (no great loss there), your 'daddy' has started treating your body like his own private amusement park.

Except for a very few comments recently, I haven't raised my head above the parapet for a long while. I am still here, in fact I log in several times most days, but just so I can mainline some of the amazing stories everybody else is still managing to post.

Mostly, I blame the weather, but having my chest cut open didn't help either.