Swarms of Bees and Other Excuses

So, I believe that I signed off well over a month ago with the statement, "See ya in two weeks!"

"Liar!" You say.  "It's been more like five weeks!"

Okay, okay, okay.  Well, you see, uh ... there was an earthquake while I was at the beach which I briefly blamed on the rum I had been drinking ... and that was followed by evacuating the Jersey Shore because of a hurricane ... actually, there were two hurricanes, one blew out the electricity and one flooded so bad, the schools were closed.  Yeah and speaking of school, the paperwork to be filled out in triplicate caused massive hand cramps for days.  And, my twin son needed glasses and possibly his adenoids out ... but then, he didn't need an operation after all ... instead we came home with a ninety dollar x-ray thanks to something called co-pay. And what else?

"Excuses, excuses," you say.

Oh, yeah .  Look at this:


Here we are in Cape May, NJ on the actual vacation.  Please note my husband and his facial features before scrolling to the next picture.



I took this picture after a swarm of yellow jackets (yes, he's allergic) took out their anger issues on my husband and his riding mower.  (The mower fared much better ... not even a flat tire.)

So, first, as a man who fears shots like Indiana Jones fears snakes, (honestly, Epi-pen equals kryptonite in my husband's world), he thought he'd ice his inflating face down with a beer.  When that didn't work, he defiantly left for the nearby medical clinic.  An hour later, I get a phone call from an aggravated, out-of-breath nurse.  "Mrs. Fryer, come pick up your husband.  We gave him two shots in either arm.  And then, he passed out on top of me.  We called 911 (that would be 3 ambulances and a fire truck) and he refused to go to the hospital.  He's all yours now!"

Well, I did recover from this whole incident after several strong drinks.  Thanks for asking.  Oh, my husband?  Yeah, he's fine ... all deflated and recovered.  And now, as door prizes, we own our very own Epi-pen, plus some very strong pain relievers!

So, yeah I've been away longer than I wanted.  But, really, look at the month I've had.

I know.  I know.  Excuses.  Excuses.

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See ya in a week.  No, really, I mean it this time.



I want to write like that!

My apologies for a late post.  I am very aware that I have shifted into full summer mode.  It's like I'm on "island time" (minus the island).  I wake an hour later than I should.  My family eats dinner way later than in the cooler, darker months.  And, now on Thursday, here's Wednesday's post.  In less than two weeks, school will resume and with it, mornings that must begin much, much earlier.   There will be the inevitable shift of our mental time zones.  No more island time and no more kids literally climbing on me as I attempt to write anything from this blog to a simple e-mail.  And, forget about that next novel!  The outline is patiently sitting on my desk waiting for September.

Next week, my blog and I and, oh yeah, the three kids and the husband are off for a little rest and relaxation.  I hope to return ready to face another school year and even more ready to take advantage of a quiet house by focusing on writing.  When I do go to climb the mountain that is the first draft of novel #2, I'll be sure to keep in mind these thoughts posted by Daily Literary Quote on my Google home page this morning.  It has me saying, "I want to write like that!"

"All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was.  If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer."  Ernest Hemingway

See ya in two weeks!

Lucky 13

Lucky 13?  You may be asking.  Isn't it unlucky?  Well, I certainly hope not!

The number 13 has bounced around my family in the form of addresses, birthdays, times of birth and even as the Route # next to my last place of employment.  This past Monday has marked my 13th wedding anniversary ... so it darn well better be lucky.

So, no, I do not suffer from Triskaidekaphobia.  Although, it is fun to say.  On a quick Internet search, I discovered that I need not fear this number.  For as many examples of bad luck associated with 13, there were equally as many fortunate beliefs.  The problem humanity seems to have with the number dates all the way back to ancient times.  As the lunar cycles were counted in relation to the solar calendar, there were supposed to be 12.  But it wasn't exact.  Every four years, there would be a 13th full moon.   In biblical times, Jesus plus the 12 apostles at the last supper equals 13.  It has been said Judas who betrayed Jesus was the 13th to arrive.  In modern times, the number 13 has been worn on the uniforms and jerseys of an impressive group including Wilt Chamberlain, Dan Marino and Alex Rodriguez.  Taylor Swift born on December 13th often is seen wearing the number on her hand in concerts.  There's no doubt this number has a certain mystique about it.  After all, the age of 13 officially, for better or worse, begins the teenage years.

So, is 13 lucky or unlucky?  Like everything else in life, it's all a matter of perspective.  Having a choice in the matter, I'll bet on the side of lucky.

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