Weeks have their own rythyms, textures. My week began with dinner with our friends George and Donna. Then a deer ran into my car and was killed, and my car is in a shop, awaiting $5,000 worth of damage. I have a little rented car and I don’t like it much, but am grateful for it. We went to Vermont for two days, and we had a wonderful time and  I got my cover of “The Story Of Rose”, I got a tattoo in Bellows Falls,  and today Ken Norman the farrier comes to trim Rocky’s hooves. In between, I need to write some story ideas for children’s books, read the galleys of “Dancing Dogs,” my short story collection, prepare for a reading and talk at 7:30 Monday at the Spring Street Gallery in Saratoga. I will be reading from “Dancing Dogs” and talking about e-books. The public is invited.  I am helping three friends set up blogs and I love doing that.

Blogs can be an affirmation, a creative spark. I think sometimes of myself as sitting in a chair, and waiting for life to just come by me. I never seem to know what to expect, and what I never expect what comes. I’m going to get some spiritual counseling this morning with Mary Muncil. It’s been a few weeks and I told her I need a tune-up. Everyone should have a Mary Muncil, I think. Someone e-mailed me from Montana that they are talking to Mary on the phone and she changed their life. Wow.