Goodbye, hot August…

Tonight is the final hot August night.  Good, although our nights here in the nawth Georgia mountains are cooling down nicely.  We appreciate that.  Come on September and coolness!

Not much exciting going on here.  MM and I are getting piddly things done.  I went to the senior center yesterday to call bingo, then Joan and I worked on a sorority craft project.  Amy needed help with mailing labels for invitations to a friend’s baby shower, so I got those ready to print.  Piddly stuff, but it was at least a variety of stuff.  We don’t like plain ole dull.

And today we meet long-time RV friends for lunch.  That will be very special, as will dinner with Brian and Faith tonight.    I feel a little beading in between eating is in the cards today.  Woohoo!

Make your day a good one.  That’s life in paradise, y’all!

Harlequin novel…2011 version

He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room.  Then he quietly shut the door, and we were alone.  He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear.
"Just relax."

Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily.  My breath caught in my throat.
I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care.  His touch was so experienced, so sure.  When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes.  My pulse was pounding.

I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage.  And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.  Probing, searching, fully knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and across my panties.

Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant.  This is a man, I thought....  A man used to taking charge.  A man not used to taking 'No' for an answer.  A man who would tell me what he wanted.  A man who would look into my soul and say . . . .

"Okay, ma'am, you can board your flight now."

And she lived happily ever after.

The end.

Cool Monday in paradise

We woke up to 54 degrees this morning.   Love it!  The attic fan is pulling in that free coolness through the whole house as I type.  I am so ready to shut off the A/C and open all the windows.

So the head count yesterday was 30.  The crowd began nibbling on yummy smoked fish dip and deviled eggs.  The sideboard was FILLED with good good…marinated green beans, baked beans, cabbage casserole, marinated tomatoes, mac ‘n cheese, roasted potatoes, roasted asparagus, cole slaw, rolls, potato salad…I know I am leaving something out.  Unfortunately, I didn’t get a BEFORE photo.  And I didn’t get any of that roasted asparagus, since I was last in line.  Bugger.  Not that I needed any more food on my plate!

Our gals are great cooks…and great friends.  I was too busy to take photos (bad me).  I laughed at all the guys sitting out on the deck (would have been a good photo), with the gals all inside.  Isn’t that the way it goes?

Dick did a great job on the smoked salmon.  It was a bit time consuming---put the rub on, marinate 8 hours, take the rub off; put fillets in aluminum “boats” to dry out for 4 hours; smoke’em; remove skin.  And it didn’t really taste smoked!  It was very, very good.  Leftovers tonight.  Come on over!  We always manage to feed the multitudes.

That’s it from paradise, y’all.  Make your day great!

What season is it?

My new azalea bush seems to think it is spring.  This bit of pink caught my eye yesterday, and I assumed a piece of paper had blown into it.  No, there were two tiny blooms that I had not noticed!  This poor thing is mighty confused.  Hang on…cooler weather will be here!

Joan and I scored some fresh Silver Queen corn at the farmer’s market yesterday, along with eggplant, squash and peaches.  Yum.  Sounds like a good meal to me, complete with dessert!

Dick got the salmon all rubbed and marinated overnight.  This morning he has to knock off the rub, lay the fish on paper to dry out under a fan for 4 hours before smoking them.  I sure hope they are good!  I’ll let ya know.

So my affair is Beginning Day for my sorority group, Beta Sigma Phi, after taking the summer off.  Well, our group just “slows down.”  Most chapters don’t meet over the summer, but we do, simply because we want to see each other.

I think we are ready for everyone, and if not, it will be OK.  This is a NO WORRY ZONE.  I have declared it.  All will be well here.  There will be friends, perhaps some family, lotsa food for sure, so good times will roll!  WYWH (for those of you who are so far away!).

Life is good, despite the weather up nawth.  Stay safe, y’all!

Irene is not a lady…

Irene finally made landfall this morning, and I know there are sooo many folks still not prepared or evacuated, despite all the repeated warnings.  It is better to be safe than sorry, people!  And these are the same folks who will expect to be rescued—immediately—putting our EMTs, military, Good Samaritans, etc., all in harms way themselves.  And then the lawyers will get involved!  Oy…

So, last evening we met friends for pizza, then a “concert” on the square (performed by friend Nelson with songs, banjo and guitar).  A fine time was had by all.  Dick and I drove out afterward to check on our wee campers, and to sit a spell by the campfire and visit.  It was a perfect Mayberry evening.

Today it is time to finish chores…a most important one is to knock down the spider webs on the deck in preparation for my affair tomorrow.  Yes, it is sorta catered—I am picking up a ham today while Dick is smoking some salmon.  Everyone arriving tomorrow will bring a dish or two of some good stuff.  WYWH!

Stay safe.  Life is good, y’all!

Friday funny

Have a great day.  May everyone be smart and stay safe from Irene and her destruction! 

Ding dong

Note to self:

Make sure the 5:15 beeping phone reminder is set for PM, rather than AM.  Big difference.  Followed by an incoming junk fax 30 minutes later, both interruptions made for a very early morning for the of us.  Bugger.  We are awake and up.

There are plenty of things that need doing, of course, with 30 or so folks coming here Sunday afternoon.  But those preparations are not appealing at this hour.  I am awake, but not inclined to function.  Yet.  I don’t do mornings.

Did I ever mention that?

So, chores can wait.  Dick has his coffee and is surfing on his computer.  Missy is sleeping on the floor between us.  I have my cuppa, see just a wee bit of pink beginning in the morning sky, hear the birds calling to each other, and think that now would be a good time to go visit all my fave blog buddies.

Maybe this getting up early isn’t so bad after all.  Naw, I don’t want to make a habit of that!

Have a fabulous day.  Life is good, y’all!