Admin Alert: My E-mail was hacked

If you get an e-mail from me, don’t open it. I have no idea what’s going on, but it’s not good.
They even hacked my Etsy account, which strikes me as insane, but then hackers, what are you gonna do?
In the meantime, I’m getting hundreds of “Thanks for signing up e-mails” from all over the world, making me look much more cosmopolitan than I am.

It’s just not my month. But then I don’t think it’s anybody’s month. Hope all of you are doing great, sorry to be such a lousy hostess. I’m SURE things will get better. Nothing but good times ahead . . . eventually.

This is a Good Book Thursday, August 13, 2020

Have you ever noticed how there’s usually at least one book by a favorite author that you don’t like? It’s not the writing because, obviously, same author. I figure it’s because those books don’t have the right white space for you to move into, there’s something about them that makes you step back and refuse to engage so the book lands with a thud. I’ve been doing a lot of rereading of authors I really like and there’s always at least one that I get halfway through and think, “What the hell?” and start to skim and finally skip to the end. It doesn’t put me off the author, but it does make me more careful before I dive in.

Or maybe that’s just me.

What did you read this week?

Milton Smith: 2006 -2020

Milton died yesterday after a short but terrible illness.

Milton was joy made flesh, an inspiration for me every day. A master escape artist, he was known to the neighborhood as Houdini, digging through the fence frequently to spread happiness wherever he went. He escaped one day and I found him licking my next door neighbor’s face and making him laugh while he was under his car trying to fix something. He escaped another time and I found him in the arms of another neighbor’s plumber, also getting his face washed, who said, “Aw, I knew he had to belong to somebody,” before he reluctantly gave him back to me. Visitors to my house would often leave with “Thank you for a wonderful time, and I’ll be taking Milton with me.” Life was Milton’s oyster to open and every day was an adventure. A scourge to cats, squirrels, chipmunks, birds, and bears, he was also a master burrower and cuddler who made me laugh every day.

He is survived by his sisters, Veronica and Mona, and his godmother, Krissie Ohlrogge, who was the worst of his attempted dognappers. And me, although I don’t know how I’m going to make it without him.

Milton Smith: The Best Dog Ever.