Love Can Be Murder

Dear Reader:

Over the last three days both Anne and Cindy have excitedly “messengered” me to let me know that while we wait for Louise Penny’s latest detective book to arrive August 27 (the 15th in the series)…Penny has taken the time to go back to the first book in the series (Still Life– copyrighted in 2005) to analyze her own writing and share her new thoughts while re-reading what she first created.

In doing so Penny surprised herself at the direction the characters evolved and the seemingly subtle but far-reaching metamorphosis that the little town of Three Pines undergoes. Basically Penny discovers that the characters and story line take on a ‘life of their own.’

Was it really that long ago when the whole Gamache Detective Series began with a “bang” literally? 2005? A seventy-six year old woman is found dead in a tiny town with no plausible reason why…especially when it becomes obvious from the clues…it was no accident but intentional homicide… And thus the famous Chief Inspector Armand Gamache of the Surete du Quebec is called in and life in Three Pines will never return to its original, pre-existing state again.

From Pg. 1:
Miss Jane Neal met her maker in the early morning mist of Thanksgiving Sunday. It was pretty much a surprise all round. Miss Neal’s was not a natural death, unless you’re of the belief everything happens as it’s supposed to. If so, for her seventy-six years Jane Neal had been walking toward this final moment when death met her in the brilliant maple woods on the verge of the village of Three Pines. She’d fallen spread-eagled, as though making angels in the bright and brittle leaves.

Louise’s Thoughts:
First line of first book. This wasn’t how it originally started. Still Life first started with Jane waking up and making breakfast, but then I realized I wanted to start with both her death, then get to know her life. And I also wanted a very clear, immediate sense of place and season.

Boo’s Thoughts: What immediately attracted me to the book was death arriving so quickly and unexpectedly to an older woman character surrounded with so much beauty. The oxymoron of a violent death amid the beauty of life instilled in me the desire to not put the book down until I had read it all….(it actually took me two days of straight reading to accomplish this…and I was hooked.) I couldn’t get to the next novel in the series fast enough!

* There is another cryptic message in this next passage that I had never contemplated, yet I love its deeper meaning.

From Pg. 27:
‘Three Pines … Three Pines,’ he (Gamache) repeated, as he tried to find it. ‘Could it be called something else?’ he asked himself, unable for the first time with this detailed map to find a village. ‘Trois Pins, perhaps?’ No, there was nothing

Louise’s Thoughts:
I’d searched most of my life for ‘home’ and when I found it in Quebec, it felt like magic. It was so important to me to bring that sense of belonging, of Fate, of gentle magic to Three Pines, right off the bat. That it was only ever found by people lost.

Boo’s Thoughts:

Don’t we spend our whole life looking for a place on earth we can call home before we go to our eternal one? And haven’t we all felt the pull of a place that seems to be calling us home to it?

I feel this way with Tommy and Kaitlyn’s annual sojourn to Ireland ….it definitely keeps bringing them back to a place where they are discovering new things about themselves and each other outwardly and inwardly. The pull is so strong that they are willing to sacrifice and save from the time they return back to Charleston each year until they return to Ireland in May. They have found something special.

I felt this same pull for the Lowcountry when I left the Piedmont (red-clay) area of Laurens….and now Summerville is the place that will always be home to me… while on my earthly visit.

*Many of the characters in the Louise Penny series will actually feel the magnetic pull of Three Pines and make it their own home….unknowingly they were ‘lost but now are found.

The last example I will share with you is for all you readers who might be thinking that these books sounds too serious and the clues too complex to want to deal with…especially when summer romances are calling. Let me assure you that there is lots of subtle humor in the series, made even funnier by the bizarre circumstances surrounding the humor.

From Pg. 82:
‘They are four sentences we learn to say, and mean.’ Gamache held up his hand as a fist and raised a finger with each point. ‘I don’t know. I need help. I’m sorry. And one other.’ Gamache thought for a moment but couldn’t bring it to mind. ‘I forget. But we’ll talk more about it tonight, right?’

‘Right, sir. And thank you.’ Oddly enough, she realised she meant it.

After Gamache had left, Nichol brought out her note­book. She hadn’t wanted to take notes while he was talking. She figured it would make her look foolish. Now she quickly wrote: I’m sorry, I don’t know, I need help, I forget.

Louise’s Thoughts:
This brings back memories on so many levels. When asked in live reading events to recite the four sentences, Penny admits that she almost always forgets one, as Gamache does here.

Those sentences came from the very first time I met Michael. He opened a meeting by reciting them, and I thought….what an extraordinary man. But, on another level, in the book, I knew I wanted some humor, and it just seemed so human, and yet silly, that Nichol would think ‘I forget’ is a sentence that leads to wisdom.

Boo’s Thoughts:

I wish Penny hadn’t written that last sentence…because (like what Nichol wrote) if “I forget” was a sentence that could lead to wisdom…I would be so very very wise!: 🙂

So until tomorrow..

“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh

I finally got to see Jakie’s end of the year program…normally the Ya’s have been at the beach that week but since we went early I got to go. Jakie was adorable…oblivious to the two little girls (one on each side) nervously swishing their dresses.

Sorry the photos are a little blurry…had to keep enlarging from our seating location in the large chapel at the Citadel Square Baptist church.

Photos- Left to right

Jakie -found himself in the middle of the stage between two little precious girls who nervously whished their little dresses up more and more as the program continued…In this first picture Jakie ignored them when he found all of us in the crowd and grinned.

 

Jakie’s forte was jumping higher than anybody else during one song they performed about a frog.

At last he was taller than the girls!

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He remembered his line of scripture but got confused when they counted by 10’s and he was supposed to be 90… he simply repeated the scripture again…and the little girl to his right went on with her line…the big conclusion 100! (after giving him a stare…like..why did you say that????)

The little girl to his left had her dress so hiked up by the end of the performance…Jakie did only what any gentleman would do…he put on his hand blinders to cover his red face!

 

Pre-School End-of-the -Year performances…they keep you chuckling till the next year’s performance.

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Let Your Heart Be Your Guide

Dear Reader:

“When you are going through something hard and wonder where God is…remember the teacher is always quiet during a test.”

I have never forgotten this quote that I heard sometime during my teaching days. It has brought me such comfort when I am going through hard challenging times and let myself wonder why I can’t seem to find God when I need Him the most.

Then the other day, as I was straightening up some books I keep around the computer (my favorites) the tiny, thin volume of Archibald Rutledge’s “Life’s Extra’s” popped open to a page and at once I was comforted. Rutledge was sharing an observation he had made...”God does not love us with words; He loves us by giving us everything we need-in every way plus all His “Extra’s”…and then guiding us through our life back home to Him.”

Rutledge continues: “At any rate, I know that a thoughtful consideration of life’s extras has done more to give my faith in God actual conviction than all the sermons I ever heard.”

” My knowledge of theology is hardly more ample than that of a bushman of Borneo; but I am absolutely unshaken in my faith God created us, loves, and wants us not only to be good, but to be happy.” 

“He ministers to our bodies by the necessities that abound in the world; and to our spirits by the beauty that adorns creation. One has no difficulty in discovering, in the vast scheme of things, an extraordinary, an exciting, provision and prevision. As philosophy, I know not if this will stand; but I do know that a belief in it has brought me close to God. 

“Neither a day-dawning nor a sunset is really a necessity. It is one of life’s extras. It is a visit to an incomparable art gallery; and no one has to pay any admission fee. 

The human mind, proud and self-centered, maybe be inclined to reject this kind of proof of God’s love. But the human heart can hardly do so. And in things spiritual I do not know but that the heart is by far the better guide.

So until tomorrow…I love when I re-discover this special book each time. It is copyrighted 1928 and was given to mother by one of the “spinister” sisters she lived with when first coming to Fayetteville to work after Winthrop College. Miss Janie gave her the book and it was autographed by Archibald Rutledge…the most beloved book I have among my favorites…a special connection to mother.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*Look what Anne sent me…a picture of her variegated morning glories…isn’t it beautiful?

Going to Ireland is one of Tommy and Kaitlyn’s “Life’s Little Extras”…this year they had a professional photographer “Into the Light” take pictures that show why following one’s dreams does take you ‘into the light.’

 

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Don’t Tell People Your Dreams…Show them!

Dear Reader:

Telling people about your dreams without ever doing the necessary background initiatives/work to make them real is like trying to keep my sun coleus plants from toppling over on my antique planter…I love it but the frames has rotted leaving the platforms uneven…however, getting them straightened out permanently is now on the real horizon. (Help coming soon!)

When we simply talk about our dreams and wishes… always concluding with “One day” and then adding all the stipulations that must be met before the dream can become a reality…and using these stipulations as deterrents for the reason why we haven’t started on our dreams is a wide-spread “malady.” It is always easier to talk about a dream than make it come true.

My original “little c” diagnosis in 2008 changed this kind of procrastination  for me. Life is short and dreams even shorter…the only way to see our dreams come true (while we are still alive) is by taking that very first “baby” step. BEGIN!

The two dreams in my life that have come true….the ones I am proudest of are… this blog post and my garden.

Orange tape and an idea….the first “Begin” day….September 26, 2013!

Today…I can’t say the dream is fulfilled…because every year it grows more and more…it will always be a work in progress….a most-loved project…I can hardly wait to wake up and run out to it every morning…to see what treasures have emerged over night.

It is the hardest undertaking/commitment I ever made and continued…and today it brings me more joy (and these days…sweat) than anything in my life (outside my beautiful family/grandchildren and friends). Thank you Doodle and Anne for helping me “begin.”

The second dream….my longest one to date is what I am doing right now…writing another blog post….partially a book of personal spiritual  discoveries, history stories, childrens’ stories, a growing family album and my gift of love to anyone whom it might benefit. You never know when just the right story comes along at just the right time…to help someone else.

My first blog…August 13, 2010….Eva Cate is three months old, I have a quite dark auburn “do” that I am wearing…but the Chapel of Hope and its symbolism to me is still forefront as the catalyst that started it all.

What I admire about Tommy and Kaitlyn is that they fell in love with Dingle on their honeymoon and have twice done the necessary saving plan and sacrifices to make their dreams come true around their anniversary each year. They definitely can show people their dreams.

 

They returned this year to their honeymoon hotel in Dublin for their last night in Ireland…the Fitzwilliam…luxurious bath, fantastic last meal…and another anniversary spent living out their dreams…before heading home! (And saving up for next year!)

So until tomorrow….

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

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“I See You, I Honor You, and You are not Alone”

 

Dear Reader:

I had saved this poster from one of Kelly Rae Robert’s art works for several months on my desk top without ever using it…and now I know why…the perfect time had not arrived.

I finally took the time yesterday to delete old pictures and photos that I have already put in earlier posts…as to organize my desk top again.

When I got to this list of ways (under the title Kindness Changes Everything) we express kindness….each belief was more powerful and original than the last….some of my personal favorite beliefs from the artwork were:

I believe:

“When we extend our hearts to those in need, we also heal something important within ourselves.”

“I believe in listening to the wise voice of my heart and doing the right thing even when it’s scary!”

“I believe in hugs, spontaneous compliments, and smiling at strangers. These small acts matter deeply.”

“I believe celebrating others, encouraging their success, and lifting them up along the way, is essential to our collective well-being.”

And now here comes the God Wink….Ann Graves, a friend from church and recent ‘sister- in- pink’, was having a “love team rally” at her home last night as one of her fantastic neighbors agreed to cut her hair  amid (no doubt) applause and encouraging cheers. (*Ann’s hair has just started to fall out before her second upcoming chemo session for breast cancer.)

We talked for a long time on the phone yesterday…my stomach problems are keeping me inside more these days until hopefully this new side effect acclimates to Verzenio…my new cancer drug. I told Ann she would be in my prayers and I would be there in spirit.

When she told me which neighbor had gladly agreed to cut her hair and some background info on him ( Retired Marine “Carmine the Warrior”)…I was taken back with what he said when she asked him to cut her hair….Hadn’t I just read that….and here it was…the last “I believe” statement of kindness

“I believe we are all connected and kindness is the voice that softly says…”I see you, I honor you, and You are not alone.”

*Carmine told Ann (when asked if he would perform the hair-cutting ceremony) that it would be an honor to cut her hair and he wanted her to know that she would never be alone on this cancer journey. WOW! What a God Wink!

*When I called Ann to let her know about this amazing connection…she was stunned and moved too. God works in mysterious ways.

Carmine told the support team (before the marine shave) that he was wearing a symbolic t-shirt he had worn into combat because that is what Ann is now doing…preparing for combat and gathering all the tools and support from friends who have her back…everything she needs to be victorious! Surrounded by love.

I have learned from my own experiences facing this particular health challenge that we have to learn to leave searching for an explanation behind about why something befalls us….and instead search for the meaning within.

So until tomorrow…“We are all connected in this universe under the sun!” We are never alone…God sees to that!

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

 

 

 

 

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When an Imaginary Place Jumps From a Book into Reality

Dear Reader:

I love my little reading angel…when I first got her she was supposed to be outside because she had a  solar panel and batteries….but neither seemed to work and I didn’t want her getting weathered- looking so I brought her back in and put her on my bedroom dresser.

Saturday morning as I headed to the garden…the early morning sun’s rays were coming through the french doors and she was lit up…as if excited about something she had just read. She looked beautiful in the contrast of light and shadows.

It is hard to believe that the summer reading lists are out…the low country authors, with all their beach houses and new adventures, have their latest books ready to be gobbled up….and new books and authors are calling me from all kinds of magazine and television “summer must read” lists.

I always end up (by the end of the summer) with the age old problem of too many books and not enough room again….until I gather them and distribute them out to different charity fund-raisers or whatever in the fall.

The other day I returned to the Main Street book store and saw this saying on the wall…it made me feel so much better.

 Tommy and Kaitlyn flew back into the Charleston Airport about 6:00 last evening. Kaitlyn was particularly sad…she texted me she actually shed a few tears when they arrived at the JFK airport in NYC.

She did not want to leave. Dingle, Ireland has come to be that special place for both of them where they can leave all their cares behind. Since this is their third trip there (anniversary get-away)…they know many of the store and pub owners and have made such close friendships with several of the townspeople that they are welcomed back each year with open arms.

Life completely slows down for them and they feel free to try new experiences and adventures that they would probably not consider back home. For Kaitlyn…she has found her imaginary place where she feels at home ….like a place out of a story…and it is hard to re-enter reality again upon leaving it.

 

She wrote this passage to try and explain her feelings about Dingle, Ireland and the magic hold it has…over both of them….she expressed it beautifully. Dingle is their real-life fairy tale!

“When people ask why Ireland and specifically Dingle, its such a hard answer to explain. It’s like asking someone to describe what their favorite flower smells like and why they love it, or why your favorite band makes you jump to your feet, or why the taste of your mothers cooking provides comfort like no one else can: it’s a feeling.

This place makes me feel like my best self and I’m thankful @ichaseferalcats and I found it on our honeymoon and have had the chance to come back for both our anniversaries. I’m thankful for all the lessons Ireland teaches me, all the friends we’ve made, and it’s continuing beauty. It’s not goodbye, it’s see ya next year Dingle.” 
Love, The Dingles

*They literally felt this time like they were “On top of the world!”

 

So until tomorrow….”The way to read a fairy tale is to throw yourself in.”
W.H. Auden

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

My fairy tale takes place every morning in my garden….a new love is born and blossoms… and the fight for survival begins.

 

*Tommy and Kaitlyn will be leaving cool temps with a fire hearth blazing to return to 90 plus temps with blazing heat!

 

 

*Your St. Patrick’s Day nephew, Lachlan, welcomes y’all back quite enthusiastically…he’s been a little blue since you left.

 

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Those Special Days that Come…”Just Out of the Blue!”

Dear Reader:

Ask and you shall receive.” You might remember in yesterday’s blog post I sent out a call for anyone who might be returning to the Community Cultural Arts (Public Works) Building to please let me know since I missed the tour Thursday night. I was dying to get to go inside to see all the possibilities starting to bloom.

Yesterday morning I was out in the garden a little after 7:00 when I happened to glance down at my iPhone and Anne had sent a text saying she was meeting Jana Riley (the Interim Director of the project and Senior Editor and Writer for Azalea Magazine-so talented!) at 10:00 and she would be by to pick me up at quarter til… Beyond excited…I thought to myself…”Boy, that was a fast response” and finished watering the garden as quickly as I could so I could jump in the shower and get ready!

Just like that….”Out of the blue” this wonderful, unexpected day arrived. Don’t you love it when these blissful “pop up” days come out of nowhere? I could just feel the tingle in the air and was not disappointed.

Jana was there when we arrived with her husband and two precious children…the basement inside is large enough for two small children to ride their scooters around and have a ball!

I asked Jana about the history behind Frosty and she said that all she remembers hearing is that he was originally put up in the top cupola as part of a Christmas parade celebration…to look down on all the festivities…but when that happened she didn’t know.

When I asked Jana’s husband if there was anyway to get up there to him…he said he wasn’t sure there was an inside passageway or not…there was a ladder leading upward but he didn’t think it was safe to try it and one plausible reason Frosty is still up there is because he  might have been put in from outside the building by a crane or something like that…and no one remembered or wanted to go to all the trouble to get him back out again….so the cupola has been his home….for how long we still don’t know but figure someone probably does. The last piece of the puzzle still awaits!!!

At the top of the steps leading into the entrance is a block of painted- over dull gray cement… but underneath these layers it has been discovered that blue granite was originally used. Today blue granite is known as our South Carolina State Stone. It was originally quarried in Winnsboro, South Carolina….the famous blue gray color is still sometimes remembered as “Winnsboro Blue” and put Winnsboro on the map for its treasured asset.

It was quarried in Fairfield County between 1883 and 1946. In 1908 this beautiful granite was used in the construction of the South Carolina Statehouse and was also used in South Carolina’s “Favorite Revolutionary Son” Francis Marion’s (“Swamp Fox”) memorial in Pineville, South Carolina.

The name of the quarry in Fairfield was the Kincaid-Anderson Quarry and was successful in sending out this precious granite all over the country because of the convenient location of the Rockton and Rion Railway to the quarry. This stroke of luck made it “possible for the Winnsboro farming community to jump headfirst into the Industrial Revolution.”

Our state stone was once described in a 1893 publication by Thornwell Jacobs as “the silk of the trade.” (Source: SCIWAY-South Carolina Facts and Firsts) Photo of quarry (South Carolina Encyclopedia/Edgar)

Soon it will adorn the entrance to the Public Works Arts Center! What a great way to start!

As soon as Anne and I walked in….the walls were already adorned with people’s names, encouraging comments, fun graffiti, and impressive drawings like those of the multi-talented Dianne Frankenberger (owner of People, Places, and Quilts)

Anne and I went to Dianne’s shop after we left the Public Works Art Center but she wasn’t there. We thought Dianne might know the origin of Frosty since she voiced her determination to make sure he remains in his “home.” Wandering through her shop/s is like living in a parallel life where talented artisans make the most memorable adornments of creativity and thoughts.

This saying (below) struck me because I have known since the beginning of my diagnosis (and from what the doctors told me) that my type of breast cancer is treatable but not necessarily curable. My goal from the beginning has been to ‘hang in there’ until the next miracle drug hits the market…and so far that is exactly how it has played out. I believe in the piece of art and its message

Let me show you just a few rooms from the massive infrastructure and tour Anne gave me today so you can see just how big a project this is but also the potential for something that Summerville has needed for a long time.

The Public Works Art Center will offer “affordable studio spaces for local artists and artisans, educational art classes and workshops for all ages and skills, gallery space for exhibitions and performances, unique space available for special event rentals, an outside stage for music performances and an on-site market that will feature locally-made art and artisan goods and wares.” (Source: Pamphlet: Great Start)

This building was built in 1939 and first served as the town’s post office;  later it was purchased by Summerville CPW in 1985. Because of the original dates of construction, there are several unique features still found in the building…foot-pedals to flush the commode, and antique ceiling lights … discovered to the delight of architect and board member Dennis Ashley above faux lowered ceilings.

How fulfilling it will be one day to look back on these initial snapshots of the daunting task ahead and then smile in satisfaction at the realization of a dream come true for the people of Summerville.

Before we left to go to Dukes Barbecue in Ridgeville (Could the day have gotten any better?) we stopped by the cute train shop on Richardson. Jakie is getting into dinosaurs now and the shop had a train with dinosaurs riding….too cute…had to take a picture for him.

So until tomorrow…When you have a day like Anne and I had yesterday there is only one word for it.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

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Little Seen Lunar Luminations

Dear Reader:

My garden, originally started out as a moon garden…one of the reasons that I planted moon flowers around the entrance gate and on my front porch for the first two or three seasons.

After some trial and error I realized that there just weren’t enough luminating plants and flowers to do the garden justice at night and most of them couldn’t tolerate the high temps and droughts in the daily life  of a lowcountry summer. Most of the first season’s lumination plants perished under the merciless summer sun.

Still…I love my garden the best in the early mornings and late evenings. I have added some extra solar lights to the garden to make it show up more at night…while keeping the day time filled with as many heat and drought tolerant plants as I can find.

Thursday night as I was adding the solar lanterns around the garden I turned and saw the most beautiful moon. I took a picture of it and then came in the house…only to discover  what looked like bright moon rays  protruding laterally from each side of the moon….four rays in all.

I thought to myself if I had leaned sideways east or west it looked like a cross in the moon. However when I looked this phenomenon up this image only occurs when refractions of ice crystals are present.

Here are the solar lights coming on around 8:30 in the evenings in the garden….

Source: Life at the South Pole….Lunar Halo Cross (sighting recorded in a journal by Keith…South Pole explorer.)

“Reaching out from the moon were four bright bands of light, forming a nearly perfect cross in the sky. Halo crosses are (apparently) frequently seen around the sun, but to get a lunar one is fairly rare.

It’s worth mentioning that this is not an optical effect from the camera or our eyes – it remains perfectly oriented in the sky no matter how you tip your head/camera from side to side.

Rather, it’s formed by reflections off ice crystals in the air. Humidity in the air condenses into millions of tiny plates of ice, and as they drift down under the influence of gravity and the wind, they all align parallel to each other and to the earth.

*The more I looked at my moon picture…the more it looked like a Lunar-shaped UFO spaceship beckoning to me. 🙂

What I would really love to see is a Moon Bow or Lunar Rainbow…also extremely rare…. but again it needs ice crystals to create the rainbow effect. (Would be even more of a rarity in the low country)

Supposedly Victoria Falls boasts of having more witnessed moon bows than anywhere else. There are four requirements for a moon bow to occur. First, the moon has to be sitting fairly low in the sky. In addition, it must be full, or close to it. The surrounding sky has to be very dark for a moon bow to be visible, because even a small bit of light will obscure the view, and there have to be water droplets in the air in the opposite direction of the moon.

If only the skies could talk…what wonders they could show us and tell us… amazing events witnessed over millions of years!

Thursday night a cousin was stopping by from their trip to the beach on the way home… but she and her grandchildren never appeared and she finally called to let me know they had decided to stay on another couple of days and forgot to call.

Normally that would have been no big deal but I so badly wanted to take the tour of the Old Post Office and see the possibilities of a community cultural art center in its place. I also wanted to champion the cause of keeping Frosty, the Snowman, looking out over the quaint Summerville downtown area from the secret cupola above the  former “home” of the CPW .

 

*Anne assured me Diane Frankenberger (People, Places and Quilts) had already championed that cause and Frosty will remain in his secret cupola. * Thanks Dianne- I should have known you would look out for Frosty!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am dying to get in and take a tour of the building…if anybody is returning please let me know and I will meet you there! I want to see Frosty…upclose and personal…I want to know his story!

When I took Eva Cate and Rutledge on the “bird” scavenger hunt in downtown Summerville about a month ago…I let Frosty be a “bonus” question for the children if they found him…my riddle clue was:

“If you think someone is staring down at you…this feeling is true…and here’s one more clue. Look up for the answer-  the last building on the right…a loveable character stands in plain sight.”

I went on to tell that children (after they spotted Frosty amid their delighted squeals) that he is the “Guardian of Summerville” and makes sure everyone is safe and happy walking the streets of Summerville. *Rutledge really took this to heart and he told  me he likes coming to Summerville because Frosty watches over everyone.

Another “bell rang” today…I had my appointment with my oncologist to see if the new cancer drug I am on is bringing my critically low white cell count up…I have experienced some stomach issues on the new drugs and accelerated heart rate sporadically…still felt tired…so was not overly confident about the results of the blood test…but Dr. Jeter came in with a big smile and said my white cell count was now perfectly normal….after only 10 days on the new drug. WOW!

It has been almost 2 years with critical low white cell counts so we were both happy…she thinks the other issues will subside as the body acclimates to the new medicine but she also has to check my liver enzyme levels with this new drug and it takes awhile to get those results back. She re-scheduled me for a two-week follow-up…prayers please that this important test will come back with good results. Ring bell ring! 🙂

So until tomorrow…How many times do I remember Grandmother Wilson telling anyone who would listen…”If you have your health you have everything.” I remember thinking (secretly) that of course I had good health, no big deal, give me money. The wisdom of age…now I think…keep the money give me my health.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

Surfing and a warm, cozy fire (I am sure Anne they are using peat at Foxy John’s fireplace) finished up the last day in Dingle….off to Dublin today)

Honey sent me this picture from their back yard…the mountain laurels are in bloom…is there anything more beautiful? Imagine waking up to that every morning.

 

 

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