Soft Landing–the Outside.
Good morning from sunny Vermont. Last week I wrote a small paragraph, basically telling you all that I was struggling. We were victims of identity theft, but we didn’t stay victims for long. Thanks to clear heads and immediate action, we were able to contain the damage. Another bump in the road met and passed.
I have four more chapters to write and then my first draft of Quill Point is done. I’m so behind when it comes to social media. I have to update my Amazon author page, reconnect with Goodreads, contact my website administrator to do some updates and re-establish my domain name (if it’s still available), read and thank my Amazon book reviewers, and prepare for my first craft fair of the season, being held at St. Teresa’s parish hall in Hyde Park on October 7th. I’ll be selling my three books next to my nephew Connor, who will be selling his first book, The Swan Throne, as well. I know this craft fair will be lots of fun because one of my sisters is running it, and she’s a retired kindergarten teacher. She knows all about fun.
I leave you with a short story about kindness. This morning, my daughter and I walked to our Saturday breakfast club diner, Deb’s Place. While we waited in line to place our order–one grilled blueberry muffin, one maple cinnamon bagel with cream cheese, and two teas, my cousin Paul came up and gave me a hug. He and his wife came up from Massachusetts to visit their dads. We caught up on our lives, and then when we were in line to pay for our meal, Paul said, “Breakfast’s on me. It’s all taken care of!” How’s that for a great way to start a Saturday?
What kindness has come to you this morning? Check back next week for another segment of Finding Home. And here’s photo of Soft Landing, the outside.