I want my friends to know that I have at last, reluctantly, belatedly, updated my communications systems in order to experience a more efficient conversation. When you ring my telephone, you will hear the following:
We know it would have worked -- a national sidewalk sale across America. In the first days of the Pandemic, when only "essential" businesses were allowed to open, if everyone -- we're talking EVERYONE, architects, accountants, rodeo coaches, everyone who had anything to offer, goods or services -- would for one day move out onto the sidewalk, it would restore the floundering retail business, and help non-retail as well.
Monday, July 28, 2025
PRESS ONE
Sunday, July 27, 2025
A SENATOR IS MISSING
At long last.
Finally.
After several decades.
About 1989, or 1990, I heard Sara Paretsky speak at a library in Chicago. She had just finished the year of being the first president of the nearly formed Sisters in Crime. SinC was formed when several female writers of mysteries realized why their books were never bigger sellers. Book reviews in newspapers and magazines were predominantly written by men who chose to review mysteries written by men! The first goal of SinC was monitoring book reviews.
And the percentages slowly began to change. Reviews, and sales, of mysteries written by women gradually came closer to those written by men.
I joined SinC. For many years as a member at large because I did not live near a chapter. Learned a lot about writing and publishing. But never wrote that mystery. On the SinC website I was listed as "published -- other".
But now I've done it. Have written a mystery. About two reporters, Chuck Addington and Marlys Tucker, who try to solve the cold case of a missing state senator with information from an old newspaper.
I'm 98% finished.It's hard to write a book. It's even harder to find a publisher. I'll let you know.
Monday, July 21, 2025
MIGRATING WATER FOWL
When my husband said we could build our own house, he truly meant it.
A few days later he informed me he had found a lot on which we could build a house, would I please go look at it.
Which I did.
We bought it. Two acres, with a beautiful little creek running through. It's called Little Cedar Creek (although there appears to be more then one Little Cedar Creek). The western part of the lot is level with Grant Street, but after a ledge the ground to the east drops quickly to a lower level. Which, after a heavy rain, formed a lake that covered both our lot and the three-acre lot to the north. Problem was a totally inadequate culvert under a bridge to the north, which had the effect of creating a dam.
The lake sometimes lasted for days, became a stopping place for a variety of colorful migrating water fowl. There's a longer story here, but I'll fast forward to the latest chapter. The City of Olathe wanted to convert what was left of the creek to a stormwater drainage channel. Ploughed out the riverbed. Worked very well -- for the first wet season. But the city never came back, sapling trees and bushes grew up in the water course. A LOT of sapling trees and bushes, which had the effect of creating a dam. (Am I repeating myself here?)
I'm looking for a variety of colorful migrating water fowl.