My internet service was an on-again-off-again affair for TWO DAYs, which is why I’m late. That is, for once, it isn’t ENTIRELY my fault. 🙂 (Okay, SOME of it was my fault–I tend to slack off a bit when I’ve just finished a book.)
I had my second acupuncture treatment yesterday and, I gotta tell you, I’m a believer. I didn’t even know it was POSSIBLE to be that relaxed! The needles didn’t hurt too much, except the ones in the ear, and that was a momentary thing. This time around, I could really feel that energy (chi) circulating, big-time–especially through the soles of my feet. Cousin Debra’s office is a peaceful sanctuary, which helps, and we’re definitely on the same wave-length, which also helps.
I’m off to Sally’s this afternoon–can’t wait to see her. I need this R&R.
Will I blog tomorrow? Most likely, not. We’ll be visiting craft stores and gearing up for the big quilt show in Sisters on Saturday. Tell you all about it when I get back on Sunday afternoon.
In the meantime, a loving farewell to my uncle, Jack Bartol. My favorite memory of him is of the time he and my aunt, Wanna, his wife, and my other aunt, Donna, visited me in Cave Creek. I was in the barn, feeding horses, and I happened to be in a stall with the then-feisty Skye, a beautiful Appaloosa. I was watching my p’s and q’s but staying calm at the same time, as one must around a skittish horse, particularly in small and confined spaces. Well, I looked around and there was Uncle Jack, in his tidy golf shirt and bermudas and spotless shoes–he was a very good-looking man and dressed well–right there in the stall with me, camera raised, smile beaming. “Wanna wants a picture of the spotted one,” he explained, while I was debating if screaming at him to run for his life might spook the horse. Being Skip Lael’s daughter, I knew better than that, of course, so I just eased Skye out of the direct line of kicking and smiled for the photo.
Godspeed, Uncle. By now, you’re in the middle of the greatest family reunion of all.
Blessings, my friends. Be kind–especially to forgetful bloggers. 🙂
About Linda
The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is a #1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels, most of which reflect her love of the West.
Raised in Northport, Washington, Linda pursued her wanderlust, living in London and Arizona and traveling the world before returning to the state of her birth to settle down on a horse property outside Spokane.
