Of Late Nights, Alarms and Snafus by Konnie Enos

 

Somehow, for some reason this morning two alarms went off at about the same time and woke me up. Despite only going to bed about four hours before this event, I managed to realize one of those alarms was mine. We both managed to turn ours off and promptly laid back down.

I then contemplated why my alarm went off so early in the morning. I never get up before the sun. The only time I get up so clearly before the sun is on Wednesday.

Okay, so I nearly bolt out of bed realizing it’s Wednesday.

Then I remembered I’d done the post last week which would normally mean it was not my turn to write the post. Okay, I rolled over and considered going back to sleep.

Before I could even get comfortable I remembered a conversation I had with Bonnie a few days ago. Bonnie had explained she was not looking forward to coming up with a post today.

The thing is I’d actually looked at my calendar, and I knew one thing.

This is my scheduled week to post.

Between my own illnesses and a couple of other hiccups, I’d only posted once last month. One week we had no post at all and the week before last Bonnie had covered for me. Last week was me making up for that, but this week was still my normally scheduled week.

I was planning on doing the post today. I’d even been thinking of some ideas for it.

So, here I was at literally O’ dark-thirty in the morning realizing that I had not prepped anything, nor had I managed to formulate any solid ideas for a post.

AND to top matters off, I had not gotten to bed at a decent hour two nights in a row.

Yesterday, I had just ignored all household activity until I woke up on my own, well after ten in the morning. And while I’d gotten to bed sooner last night, it still meant I’d gotten less than five hours of sleep. As a rule, I need at least six hours of sleep to manage.

Had I not promised Bonnie I’d cover this week, I may have stayed in bed for a couple of more hours.

I reluctantly got up and pulled out my computer trying to get my sleep deprived brain to remember anything I’d been thinking about writing on this week.

Anything.

Nothing is coming to me so I altered to trying to remember anything funny that happened this past week.

Yes, I remember some laughs. Several in fact. What my sleepy brain cannot seem to latch onto is exactly what had us laughing.

At the moment, all I can remember is my son telling me a joke. One that cracked up both my daughter and I immediately, but my son had to explain what was so funny to my husband.

So right now, the only thing I can remember is it wasn’t as funny when you have to explain it.

Once I had exhausted that idea, I remembered all the drama around who exactly needed the car when and who was taking who to wherever they were going. This last one because my son does not have a driver’s license yet. But the main issue is that the one car makes it difficult for anyone to schedule appointments.

As the mom of the household, I do attempt to track everyone’s appointments and therefore schedule who needs the car when and for how long. The issue is things tend to come up last minute. Some of those last-minute things mess up what was already a tight schedule.

Take yesterday for example.

On Tuesdays my husband has as many has five scheduled appointments, most of which require the car. When I realized this, I told my kids not to make Tuesday appointments only to realize that my daughter already had an appointment this Tuesday (yesterday).

Fortunately, her appointment was neatly between what my husband had in the morning and what he had in the afternoon. So, no problem. Then my husband got called to add something to his day which meant adding something to my daughter’s day so that she could have the car for her appointment.

I thought we had everything figured out and covered than my daughter called to tell me the car had died. It would not even turn over. By the time we got roadside assistance to her my husband had already left, via Uber, for his afternoon appointment.

She got home in time to cook dinner, and he got home after we’d already eaten. They both had a long day.

Last week it was my grandchild. This week I’m wishing a happy birthday to her mother, my oldest.

Smile. Make the day a brighter day.

Of Reasons, Excuses, and Illnesses by Konnie Enos

 

I have not posted in a month. Actually, over a month. My last post was September 3^rd.

I was supposed to do the post on September 17^th but woke up sick. (You should have heard me, I was all congested.) Bonnie, had a migraine, so neither one of us was able to get a post up. She managed her post on the September 24^th, but last week, when I should have done the post, I simply could not do it. I tried to write something the night before but wasn’t getting anywhere so I finally went to bed. I woke up with a major headache, still had a sleeping muse, and it was too late to get it up on time anyway. I had, however, warned Bonnie and she got something up this time.

Well, since she did the post for me, I figured I’d have to do the post for her. And I felt better the next day, so assumed I’d be able to figure something out.

Then Friday morning I woke up feeling somewhat queasy but not enough so to worry me. So, about an hour later, I was not in the least bit prepared to suddenly be seized by a gagging, and coughing, fit. As hard as I was coughing, I could not move to the bathroom nor call for help.

Quite fortunately for me, my daughter heard me coughing. However, she assumed all that coughing was from an asthma attack. Which was a valid assumption since I do cough like that when I’m having an attack.

I managed to gasp out just enough to tell her this attack wasn’t because of my lungs, but my stomach.

Needless to say, a bowl did not arrive quick enough.

My bedding, my clothes, and I all needed washed. Fortunately, I only had to deal with the last one. My dear husband managed the rest.  

Saturday I thought I was doing fine again. Sunday and Monday were not fine. I’m withholding any further judgement until I’ve been fine for more than two days.

Now my husband and son are both mentioning symptoms. Thankfully, I’m the only one who mad a mess. (So far, anyway. For the moment none of them have been sick enough to lose it.)

And just to make things even harder, my daughter is experiencing a fibromyalgia flair, and her period, which always gives her migraines.

My house has all but come to a standstill.

My daughter managed her normal Friday and Saturday shopping trips, but wasn’t able to find everything, so a third trip is in order, and she does not have the energy for it. Neither do I.

And it’s still not stuff we can generally find at our two normal stores so we’re going to have to try for all three stores this coming weekend. Thankfully, by Friday she should be over her period (and headaches). If her flair is over and she doesn’t get this bug, we should be good.

And seriously, the only time anyone has left the house since Friday was for doctor’s appointments. (This last weekend was General Conference, so all our church meetings were online.)

And with everyone not feeling well, cooking has been minimal, and the only chores getting done are the ones that simply cannot be put off. (Like feeding the fur family members and doing the dishes. I think towels got washed too.)

By Sunday, I thought things were doing better until I realized I had a doctor’s appointment Monday morning, and I could not guarantee I’d be back before my husband had to go to his appointment that morning. Since our daughter (the only other licensed driver) wasn’t up to chauffeuring us, I did the most logical thing. I called Paratransit. When I got home it was after my husband’s appointment time, but he was still home.

His provider called in sick and had to reschedule, but after I’d left for my appointment. Which annoyed me because riding on the bus tripled my neck pain to the point I could not turn my head at all. On top of still feeling a bit sick (no, not losing it), it didn’t help.

Then Tuesday, Bonnie told me she could not come up with another post this week.

Fair. I already knew I should do it under the circumstances.

Problem.

My muse is still not cooperating. Probably because I have a headache and my neck still hurts, though not as bad as on Monday.

So, now I’ve listed all my excuses for not writing and it’s just going to have to suffice for a post this week, because I’m not fighting it anymore.

Hopefully, I’ll feel better next week.

Oh, one special little girl turns 4 Saturday and I’m sad I can’t be with her to celebrate.

Smile. Make the day a brighter day.

The End of Times by Bonnie Le Hamilton

 

In the week leading up to September 23^rd, I came across a video on Instagram from some young lady about a guy who predicted the “Rapture” as some faiths call it (in my church they call it the Second Coming) would happen at some point on the 23^rd or the 24^th. I also came across several such video messages on the 23^rd.

In at least one of them, the person posting said that pastors believed this guy and was telling their congregations to get their lives in order now.

Okay, since they are talking about a Christian concept, I have to assume these pastors are Christians, and, as such, should know the Bible because it is their job to expound upon its precepts to their congregations but clearly they don’t know their scriptures very well. So let me, a college dropout, layperson, fill you in a simple fact I learned while was still in grade school.

First Thessalonians 5:2 clearly states that the “day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night.” Or how about 2 Peter 3:10 which states the same thing, that the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night.

Since when does a thief announce their coming in advance?

And it isn’t like other people have insisted the end is coming. For those of you old enough, you might remember that part of the Y2K hype was that the world would end on January 1^st, 2000.

Clearly that didn’t happen, but neither did the world end when the Mayan calendar ended, nor when several scholars insisted Nostradamus had predicted the end. All of which happened within my lifetime.

But it doesn’t end there! I remember reading about a group in the early 1900’s whose leader predicted the end of world and even insisted a finite number of people would be accepted into heaven. At the time of his first prediction (and yes I said first) his followers gathered on a certain hillside, insisting they would be taken up into heaven at dawn.

When that didn’t happen, the leader said he miscalculated. His second prediction also doubled his finite number of those who will be saved, most likely because his believers had swelled to that number.

As far as I know there is no report of a third prediction, nor of his followers leaving this world in masse.

The book of Revelation is supposed to inform the reader of the signs leading up to the Lord’s Second Coming, if you can understand it, but you still have the earlier passages saying he’s coming as a thief in the night.

And I can’t get over how many times it’s been predicted in my lifetime, let alone that, according to Revelation chapter 11 the Second Coming, or the “Rapture” will not come until after His two witnesses prophesy for a thousand two hundred and threescore days in Jerusalem then they will be killed and lie in the streets for 3 and ½ days and raise again.

I mean, really, read Revelation 11. This is the clearest sign of His Second Coming I have read. None of this has happened yet. The end isn’t here, yet.

Obviously, the Prophet John the Revelator would know when it will occur, and he did warn us in what I think is pretty clear language in chapter 11. So why all the hysteria? Why all the hype? Why all these false predictions?

And the scriptures also answer that question, clear back in 1 Thessalonians 5 and 2 Peter 3.

I’m simply confused at people who are supposed to be Biblical scholars not knowing this stuff and me, a simple college dropout knows it, and I’ve known this stuff since grade school! Then again, the Bible also tells us we need to repent and became as little children believing all things.

And maybe the issue is that all these scholars and theologians don’t believe as the little child believes; they don’t have the faith of a child, and I gained my faith as a child and never lost it.

So, anyway, until those two witnesses lie dead in the street for three and ½ days, I’m not going to believe anyone saying the end is here, because the Bible tells me otherwise!

Happy writing, Everyone!

Slow Reading by Bonnie Le Hamilton

 

First, I would like to apologize for not posting last week. Konnie wasn’t feeling well, but she didn’t inform me until Wednesday morning, and I had trouble sleeping the night before. I mean, she told me she was sick; I finally fell asleep. Enough said.

This week is my turn, and I haven’t been feeling well, but I am awake and thankfully, able to think.

And what is on my mind is the fact that I am a slow reader. I have always been, and I think I’ve mentioned this before, because my slow reading speed caused me some issues in college. Well, it isn’t all that fun in everyday life either.

Growing up, I learned the real names of TV actors generally when our big sister grew tired of me calling them by their characters’ names and informed me of their actual names.

The credits on TV shows usually run so fast, I can’t read them. Sometimes, if I watch the credits a lot, I can manage the main characters’ real names, but not much more.

Movie credits are thankfully slower, which helps.

Another thing about me is that I’m usually fairly good at remembering faces and can generally place where I’ve seen a face before. If I’ve seen an actor in something else, I can usually tell where.

So on with what is bugging me.

I watched the premiere of Star Trek TNG. I was, after all, an adult when it came out, and I grew up watching Star Trek. (Big fan here.)

So, right off, I spotted Brent Spiner. I didn’t know his real name at the time, but I had certainly seen him on Night Court.

I also spotted Johnathan Frakes. I knew two things about him. He’d been part of a two-episode storyline on Highway to Heaven, and I knew there was a connection between him and the soap star Genie Francis. Names came later. I did recognize him, though.

Lavare Burton was easy to spot because, despite being an adult, I liked Reading Rainbow. I even knew his name. Of course, he introduced himself in Reading Rainbow; I didn’t need to read credits. By the way, I did not connect him with Roots until I read an article about him. I knew him from Reading Rainbow.

Then there’s the guy who played Worf. Now his makeup was so complete there was no chance of placing his face, but man, his voice rang a bell! The problem was I absolutely couldn’t place where I’d heard it before.

This fact has bothered me all through the TNG series, the movies, and DS9. Where do I know that voice? It’s so rich, so deep, and so memorable, I know that voice! I just couldn’t ever place it, not even after that DS9 episode where Sisko dreams he’s a magazine writer in like the 1950s. All the main actors from DS9 are in the dream sequences, but of course, Dorn wasn’t in his Worf makeup. It didn’t help; I still couldn’t place him (whose name I finally got off the credits from Generations).

Then just last week, I was scrolling through Facebook and came across a post about “Where are they now” for the stars of the old TV series CHIPS. Another show I really enjoyed growing up. So, I actually watched the whole thing with pictures of the actors from the show and pictures of the actors now.

Can anybody guess who the last actor they showed was?

Michael Dorn!

The big, gorgeous, tall guy with the big bushy mustache and all that hair from CHIPS was played by Michael Dorn! The guy doesn’t have the mustache or hair anymore, but he’s still got that too die for voice! I could kick myself for not placing him sooner!

I might point out that, in the years since TNG, DS9, and Voyager, I have spotted some of those actors in other shows. After all, I do know them. I loved TNG, DS9, and Voyager. Though I think the one I enjoyed spotting again was Pam Dawber on NCIS. Even though she’s aged a bit from her days on Mork and Mindy, she was easy to pick out because her voice and profile haven’t changed.

It was great seeing her again. But even before she showed up on NCIS, I had read an article about her and Mark Harmon and how she gave up acting to raise their kids. So, it was doubly nice to see her on the screen again.

It was also nice to spot Marina Sirtis on NCIS, but she’s changed enough that it took me several minutes to place her. I did place her!

Anyway, happy writing, everyone! 

A Book Review by Bonnie Le Hamilton

 

It is no secret; I like to read. I swear I have more books than I have Nativities, and we all know I have a ton of those. What I don’t like is when a description of a book is misleading.

Case in point: Amazon describes “Christmas at the Marshmallow Café” as a “heartwarming and feel-good Christmas romantic comedy. . .”

I have tried to read this book a couple of times since I fell for this description; I’ve never managed to get more than halfway through the thing, which leads to a couple of questions I have:

Where’s the comedy?

Where’s the romance?

Okay, I admit, I don’t often get comedy, but I can’t find anything laughable or funny about this story, nothing. Absurd, but not laughable, I find the storyline more than a little unbelievable, far beyond “suspending disbelief.” And what I’ve read of it is as boring as all get out. It is a blow-by-blow of a boring “adventure” for a boring old lady.

And romance? There is certainly no “romantic” interest for the main character (AKA the boring old lady) and while her young friend does find a love interest during the telling of this tale, it is announced, but never shown developing, because it happens mostly when the young friend isn’t in the company of the boring old lady, and what she does witness she sees just the bland facts and not any romantic tension.

In fact, the story is in the sole POV of the boring old lady, and her outlook on life is bland. No flavor at all. Nothing. It reads more like the character from the old Dragnet TV show told her, “Just the facts, Ma’am.”

Because all you get is facts, no character, no inner commentary, nothing to give the story some pizzazz. Some curiosity that makes you read to the end.

Do you want funny? Do you want romantic interest? Do you want funny inner commentary? Read any of the Miss Fortune series by Jana DeLeon. Now that is funny, and the romantic tension is present from the second Fortune Redding sets foot in Sinful, Louisiana.

Of course, in this series, the POV character, Fortune Redding, is more of a fish out of water in the strange universe that is Sinful, Louisiana than your everyday common variety female would be, and the mishaps that happen! Well, it is hilarious, and as that comes from someone who doesn't often get comedy, I promise you will laugh.

It’s like book three or four when the good deputy and Fortune actually get together, but the tension is there from the start. Fortune referred to him as Deputy Charming a few times; of course, she was mad at him at the time. 😊 It’s funny every time!

I have found the series funny, and I’ve laughed every time I’ve read the books I own in the series. Fortune’s inner commentary is the funniest part of the series.

In the Marshmallow Café book, I can’t even remember the POV character’s name; she’s that boring and forgettable.

And the worst part about all this is, if Amazon can tout “Christmas at the Marshmallow Café” as a romance, how can anyone believe any of their other book descriptions?

Did they even read it?

I mean, really, there’s no comedy and no romance. Why do they list it as a romantic comedy?

This isn’t the only time I’ve been disappointed by a book blurb; this is just the only time they didn’t even get the genre correct!

I have a book I’ve had for a while and have read several times. I’ve enjoyed it. Then, recently, I learned it was book six of a series, and I found a sale on Amazon for the first five titles.

Okay, I can’t believe the same author wrote the first book and the sixth book. Two chapters in, and I’m wondering why I’m reading book one, let alone that it is the same author.

The sixth book gets right to the plot. It was a lot of fun to read -- every time. The first book seems to want to take its time getting to the juicy stuff. I lost interest fast.

And these are two books by the same author. Generally, when I like one book by an author, I like all the books by that author.

Of course, I do love Jana DeLeon’s Miss Fortune series, but I haven’t been able to get past the first few pages of her Mudbug series. It’s the same author!

Until this Mudbug series, I’ve always enjoyed anything by a favorite author. I actually like everything I’ve read by Dick Francis and his son, Felix! So, I don’t know why I don’t like the Mudbug series.

Anyway, happy reading and writing, everyone!