Another NY Times day

This was a thinner version of my three day experience with the paper. I think I signed up for a month of weekends, but I am discontinuing the paper on Monday. The font is too small, and I will attempt to get the paper on my iPad where I can control that. But it is not the same as smelling the paper while reading. But we can't have every thing. I feel very fortunate to have what I have.

Speaking of being fortunate, my luck is in my family. All four children grew up to be sterling citizens. All seven grandchildren ditto. What more could one ask for. And now I have Martha's success to give thanks for. She is so busy with her new book, The Plot Whisperer, and with all the work she has with Plot consultations.

Our home outfit, Park View Villas, in conjunction with Port Angeles Senior Center are putting on a Gala affair tonight, called The Harvest Benefit Dinner. Our bus leaves at 3pm and we may be back in time for the third World Series game.

A wonderful day

I woke up at 5 am and opened the door for my cat to go out. There was the New York Times by my door. I made a cup of coffee and sat down with the paper. It was the Friday, Saturday and Sunday papers I had ordered. Lots of news of Qaddafi's brutal end and a thick section about money but the rest of it I read from cover to cover. Read a critique of a book on van Gogh. Toyed with the idea of buying it but the $4o.oo and the state of my book shelves deterred me.

At 9.30 I met Gilbert and Chris for breakfast downtown. Returned home and have spent the rest of the day reading our local paper (10 minutes) and the rest of the NY paper. I have had a fabulous day. Now I have to tell NY to discontinue delivering my paper for the font is too small. I will read the two papers that are coming to me, hoping I won't speed up my macular condition.

Just looking at the ads gave me a thrill and I remember how much I enjoyed the paper when I lived in New York in 1938. I did not have the money to buy the paper but by Monday when the rest of the people in the house had finished with it, it came to me, the lowest person on the totem pole. Every cent I earned, ( I think I was payed $60 or 70 and room and board,) had to be set aside for my future education. I have had a great day.

I will try again

Yesterday another failure with my blogging. I left half of a blog when I had to rush out for an appointment.(Actually my rushing would be better described as slow mo) When I came home and opened up again there was a big red and yellow stripe saying we cannot continue.

So now I may stop writing for fear that the computer will show the red and yellow stripe again.

I am so happy to see that there are people who still remember me. Thanks for the comments.

Two things I will report for everyone who is reading this. Martha, my second daughter who now lives in Santa Cruz with her husband Bobby, had a new book published and she had an event at a book store in Santa Cruz, where she was met with a full house and the books were sold out. There will be other events of this sort but when the first one is so successful, I think you have to thank the spirits out there. I have read the book and it is very inspiring and I felt I could write a best seller, but more than that I felt the last pages of the book revealed what a lovely person Martha Alderson is.

I have read a book by another 'relative'. Donna Rankin Love wrote WALKING FOR OUR LIVES. Donna is not a real relative, but about twenty years ago she was my sister-in-law. Toward the end of the 1970-ties she and a few another hundreds of people walked from California to Washington DC on a 'get rid of nuclear arms' plan. The book is riveting and full of adventures. But most of all, when the world was against them they tried harder and they succeeded. Martha's book THE PLOT WHISPERER, Secrets of Story Structure Any Writer Can Master. Her book will be in any book store and on Amazon. Donna's book on Amazon.

difficlty

When you are as old as I am, and people are putting roadblocks in your way, it is so easy to say 'OK, if google is going to be difficult, I give up.' I have sat down so many times with a smashing idea for a blog, and after half an hour of arguing with google, the idea would pale off and some other job would call and so all inspiration would be gone. Today when I have absolutely no idea of what to say, it worked the first time I tried. I feel better and as soon something enters my head , I will be in touch.

When Shreve wrote that there would be fewer messages from her for a while, someone commented, Maybe your grandmother could fill in for a while. Thank you for writing that. It filled me with a lot positive feelings. But I could never fill in for Shreve