Welcome to Hump Day Thoughts….check out the mimosa above. That was Sunday, but I think I still have some of the ingredients (champagne, orange juice).
When I first brought out my bins with Christmas decorations, the tree above was still hiding on a shelf, so one night, I dragged it out and borrowed some ornaments from one of the other miniatures. It is a tree that doesn’t require much, so it’s all good.
The little A-frame cabin was one my youngest son sent to me three Christmases ago, and it is reminiscent of the house I had in the foothills for thirteen years….except that A-frame house had a coat of green paint in the photo below.
Surrounded by oak and pine trees, it created a feeling of respite from the urban world. And it brought my four children together on several occasions.
Nowadays, they are all over the place, from Prague, to LA, and to Crescent City. One remains here in this city, and so do two of the grandchildren. But we all stay in touch, and sometimes, they come back. The photo below was taken in 1994. (I think).
While we were living there, we hosted some Thanksgiving events, and I enjoy remembering the grandchildren playing on this Tree Fort: Left to Right, Alec, Aaron, Fiona, and Aubrey. They are all grown up now (legally, anyway).
This photo (below) depicts one of our last Christmases there. I loved that view from the dining room window, and to the left of what you see here was my computer station, where I created five of my novels.
Creative Corner, way too crammed with STUFF! LOL:
I like my current creative station:
Reading has gotten off to a slower start this week, but I did finish a short story and one fairly short novel. My current reads: The Mothers, by Brit Bennett, and The Sleepwalkers, by Chris Bohjalian.
Visiting blogs this morning, I found a book that I had to add to my list…and promptly requested it from NetGalley:
Synopsis: In the masterful follow-up to the runaway hit All the Missing Girls—a “fiendishly plotted thriller” (Publishers Weekly)—a journalist sets out to find a missing friend, a friend who may never have existed at all.
Confronted by a restraining order and the threat of a lawsuit, failed journalist Leah Stevens needs to get out of Boston when she runs into an old friend, Emmy Grey, who has just left a troubled relationship. Emmy proposes they move to rural Pennsylvania, where Leah can get a teaching position and both women can start again. But their new start is threatened when a woman with an eerie resemblance to Leah is assaulted by the lake, and Emmy disappears days later.
Determined to find Emmy, Leah cooperates with Kyle Donovan, a handsome young police officer on the case. As they investigate her friend’s life for clues, Leah begins to wonder: did she ever really know Emmy at all? With no friends, family, or a digital footprint, the police begin to suspect that there is no Emmy Grey. Soon Leah’s credibility is at stake, and she is forced to revisit her past: the article that ruined her career. To save herself, Leah must uncover the truth about Emmy Grey—and along the way, confront her old demons, find out who she can really trust, and clear her own name.
Everyone in this rural Pennsylvanian town has something to hide—including Leah herself. How do you uncover the truth when you are busy hiding your own?
My morning thoughts have swept me from the past, with memories in the A-frame house, to the present, in my new little office nook and all the books I love…and those I want.
What are your thoughts today? Christmas plans? Upcoming reads?
I’m linking up to West Metro Mommy Reads for Saturday Snapshot.