I was at my parent’s place, sitting having my morning coffee, when a bird (Grey Jay/Whiskey Jack) flew up to the window and hit its wings on the glass a few times before perching on the deck railing.
“It wants to be fed,” my mother said as she handed me a slice of bread.
So, bread in hand, I walked out and torn off a small piece, held it out, and waited. The bird hopped over and took a look at the meager offering. It then hopped over my hand to the other which held the large piece of bread and proceeded to fill its beak.
In reference to the Seinfeld episode – I agreed to what?
I received an email last night which thanked me for agreeing to promote a book sale for a fellow author. To be honest, I completely forgot about it, but did remember that I had.
With many of the promos that I have done, I have tried to read at least a sample of the author’s works, so I can decide whether or not to promote them. My reading preferences are fairly narrow, so I don’t often give a judgement on the work, but let my readership make that decision on their own. I’ll promote any genre as long as it is non-offensive.
Unfortunately, I did not have a chance to read any of Charles Yallowitz‘s works, but if you like vampires, maybe you will like:
His newest book will be on sale for 99 cents and you can read about it on his website:
I walked in the rain today. I didn’t care that I got wet. The coolness of each drop as it hit my skin and seeped through the fabric of my clothing was a welcome respite from the weeks of hot, dry weather. Each puddle was like an old friend, not to be avoided, but to be reacquainted with once again (that means my feet got wet).
I sat in the doorway drinking coffee, watching the sky shed it’s tears. I assume it’s tears of joy because it didn’t feel sad. Sometimes the rain has a somber quality. Not today.
The thunder grumbles like that guy you know that always has something to complain about which never comes across as angry, just comical.
You forget how good the rain smells. It freshens up the earth. It beats down the smell of smoke from all the forest fires. If there happens to be a thunderstorm, you can smell the ozone from the lightning (I think that’s what it is). There isn’t any lightning that I can see. Maybe tonight.
It is supposed to rain steady for the next few days, and I’ll probably go for a run and a ride.
The Little Things
Stop. Feel that?
The warmth of the sun
The breeze on your face
Rain, it has its own unique smell
Feels like tiny punches when it lands
Wherever you are
There is beauty and wonder about
Even if seemingly insignificant
A smell, a color, a sight, a feel
There is always something to appreciate
Like cool grass under bare feet
-From Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and Pictures
On Thursday, I wrote about the ongoing climate crisis. This morning I woke up to hear that July was the hottest month. In the entire world. Ever (well, in the last 2000 years at least). I assumed that they (the scientists) kinda guessed at the global temperatures that long ago. I don’t doubt them since they have been right about a lot of things.
Not the news we wanted to hear. I expect this will be the norm for the near future. The Covid crisis showed that we are a global society, that we are not isolated counties.
Is this the next wake-up call, or do we hit the snooze button once again?
What am I going to write about? Today is the last day of the sporting events in the 2020ne Olympic Games. I suppose that one the plus side, the Paralympics are next, then football season starts, hockey is in two months, and it’s only one year before the Winter Olympics. Not to worry, though, my blog hasn’t become a sportscast, and I’ll be going back to my usual mish-mash of topics. Nothing unites the world like the Olympics, does it?
So, here are some final thoughts:
A personal best is as good as a gold
Everyone suddenly becomes an expert in techniques: “That half-pike had a slight over-rotation“
Some sports get more coverage than others
It’s a shame that in team sports the silver medal is a disappointment (watch the Swedish women’s soccer team)
There’s a kinship between all the athletes across all borders. It’s nice to see the handshakes and hugs (we can hug again?) after the competition.
Can I write about the Olympics everyday? I’m going to try.
What affect does technology have on athletic performance? In some sports not much, in others, much more. Any sport that relies heavily on speed such as cycling and rowing will benefit from lighter, more aerodynamic equipment/clothing. Track athletes have seen improvement in the track surface along with the shoes.
What sports are decided on physical prowess alone? Wrestling, judo/martial arts, gymnastics, weightlifting, field sports, and distance running come to mind. Distance runners to rely on shoes but since they are running on unprepared surfaces over a long time, I’ll include them here (plus, I’ve done a few marathons).
Can I dispute the review? Not really, since this is the opinion of an individual, and there is nothing that I can say except thank them for their honesty. I suppose I could ask the question. “Did you read the whole thing?”
Hard to say. Here’s the KDP graphic:
Someone read the whole book on Kindle Unlimited on June 4th, and someone purchased the Kindle version on July 3rd.
I also took a look at what other books they reviewed to see what they enjoy. There wasn’t any other science fiction there, so I suppose it isn’t a surprise they did not care for it. It would have been nice to have my book turn them on to the genre, though.
On the plus side, it does give credibility to the reviews, not being all 5-Star glowing/gushing.
I made a trip that I haven’t made in over a year. Each turn and curve of the road revealed a familiar scene, barely changed. The highway is smoother in spots and rougher in others. Some of the roadside stores are overgrown, victims of the past year’s events.
Fuel is more expensive now, so I keep my speed slower than I did the last time and draft behind the transport trucks for added economy. Four hours later, I pull into the gravel driveway.
The house looks the same except for a fresh coat of paint, and a new patio. The occupants look the same, a little smaller maybe, but as spry as ever.
I hug my parents for the first time in over a year. I relax my embrace, but mother keeps a tight hold. I guess it’s not over yet, so we remain here a little while longer.