Posted by: Author | July 1, 2015
Posted by: Author | June 30, 2015
My son is in France for a semester abroad program. He left yesterday and I wanted to arrange a car service to be waiting for him when he got to Paris since that is what I usually do for myself when I travel internationally. I always know I will be tired and probably hungry and don’t want to deal with the stress of finding a cab. I like having someone standing there with my name on a piece of paper. They take my bag, escort me through the throng and to a waiting car. It’s already paid for and then I am whisked away to my hotel/destination. Easy-peasy.
I offered to do this for my son- he is used to it as he has traveled with me over the years – I wanted to do it for his safety as well. BUT NO!! “Mom,” he says, “I’ll take the train. It’s only 10 Euros”- Rather than follow my gut and do it anyway, I let him make that decision.
He landed in Paris at 1:40 am Central USA time and 8:40 Paris time. Texted me to say he was there. About thirty minutes later, he texted that his luggage didn’t arrive. So, as I was telling him what to do, he finally found it- but not after a lot of panic about what he was going to do with no clothes. LOL! I was trying to settle him down as they would’ve delivered his luggage.
Once that issue was solved, he couldn’t find the train station. (I personally think he was still too spun up about that whole luggage thing- added to grouchy, tired and hungry- because he won’t eat airline food). He decided to take a cab. He texted me about it. I told him to ask about the fare before getting in. Of course, he didn’t. So then it became a constant texting session to me about the meter and how fast it was clocking up. He wanted to blame the cabby for letting him get in when he clearly didn’t know what he was doing (!) – I told him to tell the guy to let him out at a Metro station since son does know how to navigate that but he didn’t ask to be let out.
Then everything went silent. The boy had texted me for almost two hours now and then nada. Nothing. Zilch. So, I am frantically texting him to let me know he’s okay. No response. So, I call. It rings like 5 times, goes to voice mail. My husband is up by now since he’s heard all the text sounds. We are both frantic and I am saying the cabby has seen he’s a young man on his own, has pulled over and robbed him and left his body in the gutter. How do we call the police? We don’t even know what cab company he was using, etc, and on and on.
Husband texts kid and says, “Respond to your mother right now.”
Son texts, “As soon as I pay, I will.” SO he answers his dad and not me????!!!??
In a few minutes, he called and I told him my whole scenario that was flashing in my head. He said, “Mom, that is not the way it works.” in this voice as if I am an idiot. This from the kid who now has paid 74 euro for a cab ride. AND yes, it could’ve happened. Didn’t he see all those abduction movies??
Anyway, I told him he should know by now my imagination runs rampant.
I need a nap. Texting from 1:40 am to almost 5:00 am is draining. He texted like 3 more times once he got to his destination. All I wanted at that point was a pillow, a blanket and some shut-eye.
EDITED TO ADD: It seems my text messages were going to iMessage and my son hadn’t gotten any of them until he arrived at his room and hooked up his wi-fi and then he got 40 messages, boom, boom, boom. So, he solved all his issues himself. I feel sick to my stomach though as I thought I was helping him and he thought I was asleep and didn’t see his messages. What a nightmare. I hate that he thought he was alone when he wasn’t. I told him I was in the airport and cab with him and he said he sees that now but it still makes me ill to think he thought he was all alone in a foreign country,
Posted by: Author | June 24, 2015
Posted by: Author | June 22, 2015
This week’s word is old. For more stories using the word old as a word prompt, otherwise known as Tuesday Tales, click here. Link to other tales.
“Nonsense. You had no way of knowing how I felt. Don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s merely a personal quirk.” He pointed at her plate with the tines of his fork and, as if to change the subject, said, “But you don’t like the broccoli?”
“How could you tell?”
“The little mound of it on the edge of your plate.” He poked his fork into the vegetables. “May I?”
“Of course.” She slid her plate closer to him. “You may have every stalk of it on the planet as far as I’m concerned.”
“That’s a lot of hatred there, lady.” Ian smiled as he chewed the broccoli in an exaggerated manner.
“You know it.” Lanett kept her head down as she ate, trying to think of something to discuss. After the nut comment, she sure didn’t want to ask about Nancy and if he’d heard anything about her getting out of the mental ward. Lanett was dreading that but hoping the woman would go straight to jail after being released since the charges against her were so severe.
Ian looked up from his food. “You seem quiet tonight. Are you more at ease now that you’ve had a chance to have some down time after Nancy attacked you?”
“I actually do.” Lanett nodded. So much for not bringing up the subject. “It’s amazing what a nap can do for the psyche.”
“I’m really sorry that happened and I hope you’re not blaming yourself. Or me for that matter.”
“Oh no. One thing I learned a while back—and it wasn’t a pleasant way I learned it—is that that you can’t control anyone else’s behavior. No matter how much you may want to. So, to blame either of us for what she did makes no sense.”
“That’s a good attitude to have. Most people aren’t that smart. At least most people our age.”
“Are you saying I’m old before my time?” Lanett chuckled.
“I would never say such a thing.”
“Because you value your life?”
“You know it.” Ian stood. “Let me help with the clearing up.”
“What are we going to do with all these leftovers?” Lanett eyed the containers with trepidation. She was not a fan of reheated food.
“I can leave them for you or I can take them in to work tomorrow. Those people will be happy to have it.”
“Please do take it. It’s way too much food to leave here.”
“Remind me when I leave.” He picked up the bottle of wine. “Let’s finish this by the fire.”
Posted by: Author | June 18, 2015
Sherry has a guest today and there’s a free read for all! Check it out.
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Today I have a guest author, fellow Black Opal Books author, Jami Gray, to share a post and her free read. She’s super awesome and I love this post. Her husband seems to be a hoot.
Guest post by Jami Gray
Inside the Insanity that is a Writer
As a writer, I belong to numerous discussion loops whose evil plans are to crash my in-box under the weighty heft of insightful discussions on the industry, craft and whether your cover should feature more or less skin. However, one day someone sweetly shared a link to a very insightful blog about being a writer. After picking myself up off the floor, I quickly forwarded it on to the other, like-minded individuals of my critique group, and then, because I’m mean, I made my hubby sit down and read it.
I sat on pins and needles (okay, so I basically stood over…
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Posted by: Author | June 17, 2015
Posted by: Author | June 15, 2015
This week, Tuesday Tales, a group of authors writing to prompts each week, we have an awesome photo prompt. I am a massive fan of romantic fires. In the picture prompts, the writers are limited to 300 words. This time I have 305. Just ignore that last sentence. It’s five words. Be sure to check out the other writers’ entries with the same picture here.
She left and after a hot bath, some Excedrin and bundling up in her thick terrycloth robe, she started a fire. Relaxing on the couch in front of the fireplace, she dozed throughout the afternoon.
The doorbell startled her. Standing, she tightened the sash around her waist and peered through the peephole. Ian. Lanett smiled, glad to have him come by to check on her.
When she opened the door, he waggled a bottle of red wine close to her face. “I thought you might need some. Medicinal purposes only, of course.”
“Kind of like doctor’s orders?” She stepped back to let him in.
“You might say that.” In his other hand was a carry-bag.
“What’s in there?”
“Take-out. I figured you might be hungry.”
“Famished actually. I came home early and skipped lunch.”
Ian stepped into the living room. “That fire is brilliant. Perfect for a cozy dinner.”
Lanett grabbed some wine glasses from the rack by the television. “Pour and I’ll get some plates.”
In the kitchen, she thought about her attire and considered changing but decided against it. After all, she did have on undergarments. It wasn’t like she’d be eating dinner with him naked under her robe.
Her cheeks still seemed hot when she returned to the living room. They must’ve been because he stepped over and touched her forehead. “Are you overheated?”
“No. I’m fine.” Suddenly nervous with him standing so close, Lanett fumbled the plates and almost dropped them.
Ian’s hands darted out to steady her and rescue the china. His hand brushed hers.
In her heightened sense of awareness of the heat emanating from him as opposed to the fire, Lanett thought she might actually have a coronary. And that made her laugh. At least if she did, she was with a doctor. How handy would that be?
Posted by: Author | June 12, 2015
I got this Friday Fact from my musician son. He told me about this band called Klaatu that released albums in the 1970s. People thought the Beatles had gotten back together and released new works. I’m going to attach a video for you to hear them and man, they do sound like the Beatles. Check it out.
The album cover had no pictures of the band and no credits for the singers. It was also released by Capitol records which was the label of the Beatles in the USA. There are some other reasons that people thought it was the Beatles. Click the link to see all the craziness.
Posted by: Author | June 11, 2015