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One would think…

July 4, 2013

One would think that since it’s summer and the usual grind of driving kids around and making school meetings were no longer an issue, I’d find it easier to focus. Well, one would be wrong.

Last summer, I was immensely productive and found it easier to focus at this time of year. For some reason, I’m struggling. Perhaps it is because my kids are older and the demands are different. I suspect, though, that it is a shift in priorities and not a lack of focus on my part. Maybe it’s the mother in me clinging to the last summer before my oldest goes to college and my youngest goes to boarding school.

Whatever the case, I feel like a ping-pong ball bouncing from one crisis to another. It’s time to buckle down and finish these three books I have in various stages of completion. Time to re-center and put those author blinders back on–even if it’s only for a few hours a day.

Anyone else having summer slump focus issues?


There are Raisins in my Toast

July 12, 2009


Well, it’s true.  There were raisins in my toast.

I was at Waffle House with my kids because they were being grumpy and and I was lazy and looking for an excuse to get out of the house and avoid the sequel outline looming over my keyboard-cramped hands.

Most Americans have been to a Waffle House, but if you haven’t, the experience is something everyone needs (if only once).  It is a tiny restaurant that seats a limited number of customers.  Most surfaces are sticky with syrup and the waitresses shout the orders in mystical code to the grill chef, who by some miracle or supreme skill, usually gets the order correct.

On this particular day, the grumpiness of my kids was getting on my nerves.  I have a high tolerance for angst, which is good in a YA writer, but my grouchiness was obvious to even the most oblivious, including the waitress, who was sure the woman sitting at the counter with the 3 surly kids was going to stiff her on the tip.

Out of the blue, the quiet of the cafe was broken by a 50’s doo wop kind of song.  A typical song similar to what you’ve heard hundreds of times came cranking out of the jukebox right behind me.

Wait a minute…

They were singing about raisins…”Raisins in my toast…”

“No way!” one of my angsters shouted.

“No.  They’re not…”

“Oh. My. Gosh.  They are singing about raisin toast!” The third one chimed.

None of us could believe there was actually a song playing about the toast at Waffle House.  When I had successfully swallowed so that the coffee didn’t spew out of my nose onto my own raisin toast, I got up and checked out the song selection on the jukebox.  Sure enough, there was a whole flip page of Waffle Hits.  I kid you not.

By the time the monumental import  (not) of all of this hit us, we were swaying at the counter, the Lindsey Quartet, belting out a rousing round of “There are Raisins in my Toast” along with the jukebox, causing everyone else in the joint to laugh along with us.

Mood about-face.  No angsty kids, no grouchy writer mom, no surly waitress.  Happy folks all singing about raisin toast.  It’s the little things, I tell you.  The levity lasted the rest of the day.  Even days later, when someone would get grumpy, one of the other members of the Lindsey Quartet would belt out a verse of our now favorite song.

For your listening and/or singing enjoyment, follow this link and click on the last song on the left column called, of course, “There Are Raisins in my Toast.”  Enjoy.

Click here to hear song. 

One Small Step for Crustacean Kind

January 10, 2009

0110091339_m_011009_lobster031It brought me joy to read that George,  a 20-pound lobster estimated to be 140 years old, was released into the wild rather than dispatched to lobster heaven.  A New York City restaurant decided to remove George from the menu.  Bravo.  I hope other restaurants learn how much publicity they can receive by letting the “big one” go.  Anything that has made it a century should be revered, not eaten. Sermon over.  

Good luck, George!  


My 2009 Resolution. Yep, only one.

January 4, 2009


I have only one resolution this year.  If I can stick to this resolution, it will enable me to:

  • Spend more time with my kids
  • Spend more time with my husband
  • Spend less time cleaning house
  • Write more so I can finish the three books I have outlined
  • Have more time to relax and read.  

The problem is this resolution takes a lot of self-control.  

Have you ever taken a time management seminar? I have, and all it taught me was I could have spent the time devoted to the seminar more productively than listening to someone blab on about common sense application of known principles. I sat in my metal folding chair, praying for a reprieve for my aching backside, thinking it was all well and good in theory–it’s the practice that kills me (in addition to metal folding chairs).

Here’s a lovely chart that will enable you to waste more of your unmanaged time if you really study it. I ask you only to look at the part in red above the stressed smiley’s left eyebrow labeled, “Wasters.”  That exemplifies the root of my one and only resolution this year:  Wasted time.


My resolution:  I will endeavor to not waste time.  Seriously, that is the root of all my problems right now.  

As idiotic as this chart appears, it’s pretty accurate.  It says to avoid waiting, disruptions, habits of laziness and procrastination.  It says to avoid just staying busy and negative emotions (as if).  The main thing that caught my eye was the admonishment to avoid too much technology.  The internet is probably my number one time waster (she says as she enters the post on her blog).

So if I’m harder to reach or not as visible this year, you’ll know why:

In 2009, I resolve to be more time efficient.  I. Will. Waste. Less. Time.

Happy New Year, everybody.

One Country Under God

November 4, 2008


“One country under God.”  Are we?  I’ve been amazed and disheartened by the level of animosity brought about by this LONG campaign.  What happened to “united we stand”?  

I’m proud of this country.  I’d die for this country.  My father fought in World War II and my grandfather fought in World War I to assure our freedom.  We’ve lost sight of that in this election.  So sad.  

The woman behind me in line to vote this morning was complaining that she had to wait an hour to vote.  Aren’t we blessed to live in a country where we don’t have to fear being killed while waiting in line or retaliation against our family for voting?  

 I’ll believe in in the goodness of the United States no matter who is president.  Think people–its about a lot more than who is going to give us something.  It’s about doing what is right.  

God bless America.

Something to Think About

November 2, 2008

America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.   Abraham Lincoln

Go vote Tuesday.  It’s important.