Saturday Shines

This is in my backyard. Right now. Right as I type this. I think--key word--think, it's a tiger lily. Anybody want to confirm or tell me what it is? Today was a gorgeous day in the neighborhood! The sun did shine, no wind and about 75 degrees-just right, as the baby bear would say! One of the sweet things today, was going to a book signing for one of my writers' group members. She is 80 years young. Breast cancer survivor and just as vibrant as she oughta be. Very proud of her. As she is proud of her Scandinavian heritage, which is what her book is about. The life of a Viking girl name Gudrid. Have a I read it? Well, no--the author knows I haven't. I've read parts of it. We helped her tweak it. Nice lady. We all want to be like her when we grow up! Back to the flower. I've thought these last few days of somehow miraculously get another house. A newer one. With so many on the market, yet to sell mine would be hard. Then I look at my backyard, which is the reason--I bought this house, and wonder how I could even think about leaving? Then I ponder if some of these plants could be transported--if I did miraculously got another house? The little lady who lived here, with her husband and raised her 3 sons, loved her flowers. Where these flowers are in a bed, where she mix and matched flowers. Something blooms all year round. It ones of those things I ponder about. Oh well, when the time is right... In the meantime, I can say Saturday did so shine!

Thursday Here...

...an so am I..Finally! Had PC monitor malfuntion from Tuesday thru most of Wednesday. Monitor was just a white screen. I unplugged and fiddled with it, and Wednesday night it began to work. We'll see for how long. Gave me time to price others, if need be.

'nuf of that. Let's get to the fun stuff: I met RICK SPRINGFIELD Tuesday night at a signing for his book, "Late, Late at Night." about 15 minutes from my house. Heck, I'll never have him THAT close again. I didn't even KNOW Rick was in town until I saw the news Tuesday morning and the news lady asks, "Do you like Rick Springfield?" I sat up in bed and reached for my 100 year old glasses to catch a clip of Monday's signing.

So after all these decades, I shake his hand, make him chuckle by telling him a quick tale how back in the day, after a concert, it was just him, his band, my friend and I, in a Ma and Pa gas station/diner at midnight in the middle of Iowa, and I was too scared to talk to him---and now FINALLY I could! Plus, I get a kinda fuzzy non-flash used photo. I don't care. It's RICK SPRINGFIELD and he's got his arm around ME! After the photo was taken, Rick did a thumbs up, but the girl didn't get that. I don't care. RICK SPRINGFIELD and me. Me and RICK SPRINFIELD. Finally. And for those couple minutes, who cared about Jessie's Girl....?