Monday, January 30, 2012

Opps...crazy lady

Today, I got stuck writing. Often, when frustration hits, I decide to take a walk. Since it was close to lunch time, I decided to make the mile hike down Main St. to a local diner. My New Year resolutions include being more productive and procrastinating less. In an effort to stay on task, I grabbed my voice recorder and headed out the door.

About half way to the diner, I was deep into fixing my problem. Talking out a particularly daunting (for me) piece of dialog, my hands were waving wilding. I looked up and saw a nicely dressed mother approaching with her two young children. Her son, about 3, was pointing at me.
In a flash, the mother grabbed the kids' hands and crossed the street. Now, my town has a really nice Main Street. It is divided with a beautifully landscaped grassy mall down the middle. This mall is wide enough to sport memorials to various war vets and a winding walk way. Anyway, this young woman crossed not to the winding path down the mall, but rather she crossed to the far side of the road. Then she proceeded to walk to the end of the block, well past me, before returning back to my side of the street. I only noticed this because I stopped to talk to a local police officer signed up for next week's CPR class.

As we talked I pointed out the lady's actions. The officer smiled as he shook his head. Suddenly, I stopped to think about how I must have looked...mumbling to myself, carrying on a conversation with invisible people, and talking with my hands. Yep, crazy women. Yikes, all of sudden I could not remember if I had combed my hair before I left the house. My final shock was when I realized in my haste to dash out the door, I had put on one hot pink Converse hightop and one orange one.

I think it is official...I am the new town crazy.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Welcome

Welcome to my blog! Pull up a chair and make yourself at home. Let me introduce myself.

I dwell in a small home in South Central Florida with my husband, four dogs, and a cat that thinks he’s a dog. Poor LAF cat. When I am not writing, I enjoy reading. While I have my favorite authors and even within them favorite books, I will read anything in desperation. Once, I even read the yellow pages. My husband’s best feature is that not once has he complained about the household book budget being larger than all our other bills combined.

What else have I done, you ask. Community theater allowed me to spread my wings while in college. I juggled and made balloon animals at children’s birthday parties. During a dark period of my early adulthood, I was a corporate tax accountant. For a while, I ran a small EMS company. I trained and partnered with a Search and Rescue dog. I spent 10 months as a full-time AmeriCorps Volunteer teaching fire safety to Philadelphia area school children as a member of the Red Cross. Once, I even held a position on the board on a small science fiction and fantasy convention.

Can I offer you some ice tea? Or maybe those visiting from colder parts would like some hot chocolate? Please, stay awhile and tell me about yourself.