Thursday, March 16, 2017

I want to know more...

about Lydia. 

She was all alone in a place she wasn't wanted. She had made a promise, kept a secret and was headed for a new life in a distant place. Having left her position as a teacher in an upscale girls school in Syracuse, Lydia was poised and mannerly however her beauty was not always appreciated.

From her first step off the stage coach in Cimarron Creek, her life was not at all what she had dreamed.

Her fiance was gone,
his promises were not kept,
and she found herself all alone. 

The only kind face in town that afternoon was the town sheriff, Travis Whitfield. who would help her unravel a mystery even to him she could not reveal.

Though Lydia had done nothing wrong, her secret had to remain a secret, as she tries to find the man she had agreed to marry.

The war was over, for some, but others would not accept her as the scars of the Civil War were still fresh. Lydia was the second unwelcome northerner in town and the first was still missing. It was the Sheriff's job to find out why.

Their friendship grows along with their trust in true love and faith in God. Opal, an entertainer in the local Silver Spur Saloon, and Catherine Whitfield, of the established Whitfield family become close friends with Lydia as they all try to find their way in this small town. The further I read, I learned to appreciate their true feelings for one another and understand their commitment to their friendship.

A stolen Heart, a book by author Amanda Cabot, is the first in a trilogy set in Cimarron Creek, a small town in Texas around 1880.

Revelle Books are so well made. I knew this book would be easy to hold, have larger print than most, and would lay open when I set it down. All of which I find important when I choose a book to read or to give for a gift. I want to feel the quality in my hands.

Amanda Cabot has won me over as an author. She tells a well written story that kept me interested, sparked my detective skills and drew a picture of life in the 1880's.

The characters remained true, and built lasting friendships that I want to understand and follow. I am excited to know that their lives will be continued in the following two books at Cimarron Creek. And that Lydia's story will continue.

Amanda Cabot is a well recognized author. 

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I am going order the rest of this trilogy as it becomes available. I found this book to be a pleasure to read and I am looking forward to reading others that Amanda Cabot has written. Her story telling skills are admirable, easy to follow and imagine.

Disclosure: I enjoy reading!  I always have and always will! My review of this book is just that, my own opinion of how I liked or disliked this book. I received a copy of this book from the Publisher in exchange for my review. However, all opinions and summaries expressed are my own, without any influence, and are copyright protected.

Saturday, March 11, 2017

time for change...

Here I sit with a cup of hot raspberry tea with lemon and honey,
all alone, listening to nothing.

Grateful for time, time to think, time to reflect
 to see myself in the mirror of this life.

Time is so precious,
and I know it.

Yet I waste so much of it, 

I am stronger than I think I am.

I am smarter than I think I am.

I found the answer.
I wondered why I wasn't getting better,
frustrated with no answers, only worsening symptoms.
I found it, all by myself, partly by elimination,
 by tracking and analyzing everything I put in my mouth.
Today there is improvement, the swelling is better,
the blisters are better, the fatigue is better.

I feel stronger.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

thrush sucks...

I hate it, and it hates me.

I have had a terrible cold for the past two weeks. Thehubs has stayed so far away from me I can barely see him. Not sure he wants to see me either though. I have been walking around with a walmart sack tied to my elbow and a box of Puffs with lotion tucked in my other one.  All dressed up in my old lady pink robe, white cotton socks and black house shoes.

I am quite the pretty girl.

This whole time I have been telling myself that it will be over soon, the COMMON cold only lasts 10- 14 days so I am halfway there, then I was over half way there, then almost there...

I woke up Saturday with a tongue that looked like a bowl of cottage cheese. Oh and that's not all, it also came with a split right down the middle, blisters on the back of my throat, sores under my tongue and a bloody nose.


Quickly I got on the internet and started googling.

Who gets Thrush? Well, I did. I had it only once before, about 26 years ago, during a 2 month hospital stay while Ulcerative Colitis was trying to kill me. I was taking multitudes of intravenous drugs, some experimental, fighting for my life. I also got bed sores, a collapsed lung, lost 40 pounds, a tooth and my hair. Then they took my colon out.

I also had a pink house coat, 
white cotton socks and black house shoes. 
I was a pretty girl then too.

You may have detected a bit of a bad attitude here. Uh huh, you might have. Okay, I own it, it's bad and not getting any better as of this afternoon.  We got up early to head the 90 miles to the big town to the pain center for a steroid shot to help ease the pain in my two herniated discs. I have waited almost two months for this appointment and some relief. I skipped my morning coffee, lunch, went without anything to drink or eat until 2:30pm. Then... They sent me home without the shot because I have Thrush.

Thrush sucks.
Big time.

THRUSH:  It’s an infection caused by the candidafungus, which is yeast. You can get it in your mouth and other parts of the body. Anyone can get thrush, but it happens most often to babies and toddlers, older adults, and people with weakened immune systems.

I think I will go to bed, alone, again.

I could use some prayers and
you might even add one for thehubs.
He may need them.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

sunday shots...

Happy Sunday everyone!

We are staying busy fighting.

Fighting a not-so-common-cold that won't go away;
the wind that keeps dust and pollen blowing across the patios;
and dust bunnies that have been hiding behind appliances and window treatments.

I am missing our Missouri sunshine here in the Ozarks.

I am sharing a photo taken last fall at
Lowell Davis's Red Oak 2
Carthage Mo.

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