I think I’m ready for visitors…
Oh my goodness, this setting up a self-hosted site has been a tearful challenge for an old lady! I did all of it I could – but I have to disclose, without the expertise of my guru daughter who accomplished 99% of it trying to teach me, I’d still be sitting in my chair crying in my coffee – or my laptop might be lying in the pasture! Anyway, thanks to my daughter (no, you cannot adopt her), I can relax now and catch up on all things with my favorite blogging buds, and continue writing my book! Suddenly, the sunshine just came out and all is well with the world once again! ShareEmailFacebook
New Domain Address!
Hi everybody! http://texasjune.com I’ve missed many of you for over a week. As I said before, I was having trouble accessing links on my Blogroll, and reading my favorite sites (you know who you are)! The domain couldn’t seem to find and fix the problem. I was not receiving gmail alerts either from your posts or comments. So … I setup my own website. Hopefully, with this new domain, processes will be smoother, and I can settle down to read and write! I need to have time to get my Blogroll setup again – and hopefully (fingers crossed) you guys won’t mind subscribing here! The next hurdle will be to reload some of my photos, and make sure the alerts get to my email – we’ll see. I’ve missed you! June ShareEmailFac
Chapter 14 of ? (dreams and nightmares)
I want to forget this date – it makes no sense to me. Hurry up sleep, and take me to the castle. Ah, safe again and I can relax in my private courtyard garden. The flowers bloom constantly attended by the critters that live and breathe comfort. The big ornate gate opens as if it is expecting me. One of these days, I need to see if there’s another way in. Right now, the huge roses are yellow like a sunny day. I’m walking along the low wide stone fences that separate several gardens. On top of them reside the old forever-cherished guardian pets, each one resting on their soft pillow beds. Their eyes follow me as they wait their turn to be petted and talked to. I love them, and they know it. On the ground, the kittens and puppies romp in play, dashing around my...
Chapter 12 of ? (first date?)
Oh, my gosh, I love this new living room! Mom finally saved enough money to buy some decent furniture, make new curtains and paint the walls. The most fabulous thing is the carpet! Even the boys are careful to keep it clean! My friend, Carol, came over, “Hey, my boyfriend is coming into town next weekend and he wants to bring a buddy with him.” She’s a year older than me. “I thought maybe you’d like to go on a double date. We’re talking about going to the theater downtown then getting burgers later.” “Oh, I don’t know, Carol, I don’t have anything nice enough to wear. Have you actually met his friend?” “No, but he swears he’s a gentleman around girls, and we’d be together. Come on, it would be fun.” After thinking for a second,...
Chapter 11 of ? (chores homework)
Yesterday, I told Heather I would get some medical information on private girl things, like periods. Sure enough, the minute I get home from school, “Well, did you find anything about it today?” “Yep, I made it to the counselor’s office before class. She knew exactly what I wanted. Here, she gave me one booklet to start with – if we have questions, we need to call. Don’t leave it laying around. Remember, Dad got pissed when he discovered Mom let us shave our legs.” She took off to the bathroom and locked the door to read it – the only door in the house with a privacy lock. This flexible sharing-chores thing is nice, but I’ve figured out somebody has to manage it! Okay, while she’s in there, I better go check what Mom put on the supper shelf...
Chapter 10 of ? (sisters)
Just between you and me, Heather is my balance and doesn’t even know it. She’s not only pretty and smart, she’s realistic. I face life with fear of what-if, and she appears to live it each day, sometimes by the hour. I admire that, but can’t find my comfort level with it. It’s not a judgment thing – it’s a fear of losing her in childish decisions where she gets hurt. I feel a responsibility. Saying that out loud sounds really silly, because in fact, I have no control. She’s the fun person I can’t be – the friend that knows no limits to defend – the girl that says it like it is, whether anyone is offended or not – and one that can turn two hours of freedom into a memorable adventure. I sincerely don’t feel jealousy – I’m in awe...
