I finished and submitted the last book in the McKettrick Men trilogy–Keegan’s story, “McKettrick’s Heart”. I was so touched by these stories–all of them had some element from my own life–my deep love for animals, for instance. Finishing was both a triumph and a heart-rending good-bye. When I complete a story, I always feel like a mother sending her children off to college.
Off to Vancouver tomorrow, to visit the movie set! We’ll be taking lots of pictures, and you can expect them to appear on the website soon.
Sadie is in the dog-house. She got into the treat cupboard in the pantry last night and ate half a bag of Beggin’ Strips. No wonder she wasn’t up for breakfast this morning!
Downstairs, folks are getting things ready for a family barbeque. It’s a wonderful blessing to hear those dear, familiar voices, talking about ordinary things.
As you know, if you’ve been reading the blog, my uncle, Jack Wiley, passed away day before yesterday. And what do I treasure most? Memories of his mischievous, crooked smile, and that impish look that came into his eyes when he was telling tall tales. And I remember the sound of his voice, talking to other dear people, now go on, about ordinary things.
Treasure the ordinary things. They are precious.
