OLD IS NEW.
Some fix-its for my brain during this time of  lockdown.

Tucked away with this pandemic—please note no disease name and no capital letters. If I mention ITS name or use capital letters to make IT feel important IT weighs heavy on my mind and opens a fertile place for depression to take root.

NEW PASTIMES—reading, cooking, and writing.

NEW RELEASE: Overalls, Pinafores, and Pigtails – Harriet’s Story

Writing, not so much during this shut in. Had a mad rush to finish up Overalls, Pinafores, and Pigtails . I’d spent three years collecting and making notes for this biography and suddenly had to get it out of my house. My agent, promotional manager, book carrier husband took over and saved me from the formatting and all the computer work of submitting and our household has been at peace since submission to and publishing by Amazon.

WHEN’S DINNER?

And, excuse me while I peruse that list I’ve saved over the years on my computer called ‘RECIPES’. Oh, yes, old and new every day. What’s for dinner and what’s for supper? Now that I’ve completed my novel about living on the farm, Overalls, Pinafores, and Pigtails, we no longer have lunch and dinner. We have our big meal at noontime and call it dinner and in the evening we have a small something called supper.

Chicken on a stick with barbecue sauce, tuna casserole, beef barley soup (new one the best), spaghetti with shrimp and broccoli.

Comfort food, old standbys and some newbies. And, of course, we have to use up the free Culver’s certificates we received when we bought tons of gift certificates for the children and grandchildren during the holidays—filet of fish and side salad, yummm.

Sycamore Row by John Grisham, Kill the Messenger by Tami Hoag and Hold Tight by Harlan Coben .

So, with eight inches of snow out there and more on the way, I find myself digging through our library and reading books that have lived on our shelf for years, purchased and enjoyed by my book-devouring husband, but unread by me. Pulling out the moldy oldies and making them new again. They’ve helped me relax and along with my Melatonin allow me fade into restful sleep again.

LOOKING FORWARD

In this lull after the storm of cleaning Overalls, Pinafores and Pigtails from my brain, I’ve not had the itchy urge to sit down and start anew. Don’t think I’ll attack another biography. Fiction is much more relaxing for me. Maybe dig out the old—one of the several manuscripts I have tucked away in the cute little plastic drawer unit I purchased for storing my written escapes into mystery.