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Damn the weeds and full steam ahead, I think. Tote that shovel, dig a hole and drop in yet another bulb. What the heck were we thinking? Yes, due to problems, we’ve neglected our property but it’s time to revive not only us but our little Cape Cod home.

Easier said than done, my friends. Hubs is preoccupied and I’m out there shoveling, cleaning up and slowly, slowly I see improvement. Then to drag the bones in and write. This is the first time I’ve found myself juggling two stories in my mind. Creative juices are overflowing.

A friendly new neighbor walked by pushing a carriage with a solemn youngster inside. It brought back visions, endless vision of me in the same position. She was chatting with her aunt on some kind of phone. Then they both Googled me to find I’m an author. My granddaughter spilled the beans as we chatted. I did my goofy dance with my cane and we all laughed.

That’s the good stuff, folks. Find the fun in whatever you do. Smile and the whole world lights up.

Thanks for stopping by.

Love to all,

Charmaine

P.S. Four cats gathered around me, in a hurry to have breakfast. I felt a scratch from one of them. and suddenly a sea of blood poured from my left leg. It splashed across every bit of the kitchen. I tried to stop the flow and mop up to no avail. Finally, I made to the bathroom to pour some good stuff on to cleanse the wound. The bleeding stopped. Hubs woke up to the horror show and helped me wash the floor. I’ll see the doc regarding a booster tetanus.

Oh my. And I keep saying,SMILE!

A Daughter. . .a treasure

Fifty years ago, my youngest and only daughter was born. It seemed like an easy task after having all the sons. I had no idea what was in store for me, for us, as the months went by. My closest friend, we lived in the Boston area back then, and when my situation became dire, I asked him where to go. Without taking a breath, he said, “You must see the famous Dr. Easterday immediately. And we did after leaving our sons with the good doctor and his wonderful wife in charge of our family, my husband and I drove through the worst rainy weather to finally arrive at the Boston Lying In Hospital where we woke up this sleeping giant of a kind man who said he would do everything he could to save the baby. And so the months went by where I couldn’t lift our two year old, or do housework but we managed and then came the day.

Hubs left me at the hospital with plans for the new baby to be born about noon. At eleven I was in the labor room and my dearest Mother appeared. She stayed right behind me all through the subsequent hours. You see, she died when I was twenty nine and she was only fifty. When I was having my baby, I had reached thirty six. Silently I felt Mom’s beautiful presence.
The doctor hurried in, distressed that the baby had not moved along. He said he would do a C-section but suddenly I felt her drop and called to him. She was ready. The birth went fine, I had a girl; the room was packed with all the kind people who had been involved in the difficult birth.

The trouble began in the recovery room. Massive hemorrhaging that wouldn’t stop and transfusions that didn’t take. The doctor told me he would try an old method in hopes of saving my life. Back on the operating table I went when suddenly I left my body and traveled down a tunnel with a glorious light. Peace and quiet as I traveled along but before I reached my goal, I had a thought. “I can’t leave my husband to raise all these children.” And like a flash, I was back on the operating table. Then in my private room in a coma with two nurses caring for me.

I didn’t see my treasure for four days. Finally we were discharged to begin a real life. I thanked Dr. Easterday for all his good care and we went home.

Fifty years ago. All because I never said No and we had all those children. I spoke to my first love this morning to ask him to come back just for a little while to celebrate our daughter’s birthday. So far I haven’t felt his presence but I know he’s somewhere nearby.

Thanks for listening to a bit of my life.

Love, Charmaine

Chef’s Surprise, the last taste.

We’ve had enough of this tub and I believe we should dry off and get comfortable in my bedroom.”

The kisses smothered her silken body like never before; Reva thought,so this is what romance is, well bring it on and she straddled his strength to find him ready for her body.
“Condoms?”
“Not necessary since I take a pill.”
“Let’s drink to the pill,” as slowly the elegant lawyer licked his way down to her heat to find her center so sweet and juicy and soon they were fully engaged.
“We fit so well,” he said as they stared at each other, the rapture, the wonder, the magic of it all, so soon.
“More, dear love, much more,” and they reached for the stars to find them.

“How incredible it is to make love with you, James” she said, “maybe we can try it again, like soon.”

In the room down the hall, the beloved elderly woman smiled because she was pretty sure she heard two people trying to keep private things private, to no avail. She spoke to her long gone husband to give him the good news that at last, love was in their house again.

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One night, she ran. For the bus to freedom and a new life. She had a plan, and a small box of cash.
With grit and determination, the young girl learned more than lessons at nursing college, the first part of her plan.
Someday, she would become a top chef, but for now, she’d claw her way up the ladder.
There is payback for every crime, and sometimes the payback is more than satisfactory.

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Chef’s Surprise and moving on next week

Last week James and Reva found themselves in a compromising situation. The lawyer finally broke down and once his mother went to sleep and the penthouse was quiet, he made his move. She’d been after him in a subtle way for a while and now the moment had arrived. His last words to her were, “Pleasure is behind this door.” Nifty, huh?

Excerpt: James turned away and reached for two tumblers, then offered the dish of chocolate and fruit, a treat to her green eyes and every part of her body as they sat on a bench covered with linen cloth, so cozy. A clink of the crystal, a sampling of snacks and his robe came off, his body displayed for a nano-second and the lawyer sank into the hot tub with a wave of his hand for her to join him while Reva sat there glued to the linen.

He said, “One last sip of this marvelous bourbon,Woodford Reserve is a favorite, caused her to giggle. “In my whole life, I haven’t had too many sips of this, except. .at the good restaurants I cooked at, maybe, but I never drank while working because it’s not allowed, and never while growing up.”

His hand reached out to her and pulled the silk robe to the floor while asking, “And why not?”

Reva stepped gracefully into the water to sink next to him, quiet, to think for answers to simple questions, she stared ahead. “You live a different life and  I’m a commoner from one of the non-touristy parts of a tourist area; in my circles you’re a king.

 

Her bare toes stirred the water, nails painted pink and she wondered if she revealed her past, what he might think and how valuable would a woman like her be to him coming from the sticks no matter how polished she’d become.

His voice, so kind, spoke through the heated haze in the room to ask,“You’re wondering if you can be honest with me and my answer is yes so give it a try and let’s see if we can cleanse the secrets between us and if not, it isn’t worth the way I feel for you. How about this: I go first because  I see something developing here: a future of love and growing old in happiness  so trust me, Reva and I will trust you.”

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Chef’s Surprise-a taste more

My friends, last week I finished on a high note. Reva saved Grans life by shooting a psycho in the knee when he almost sprawled on her delicate lap. James made a deal with the policeman; he would not use Reva’s name in the news, keeping her safe from notoriety. He used the words ‘his girls’ referring to Grans and Reva and called for his driver to take them back to the penthouse.

Excerpt:

“James, Reva saved my life twice and I love her because just like that, out came the gun from her fanny pack and I always thought she carried keys and tissue in there.

Reva started laughing, then crying and said,“I do have keys and tissue in there, dearest Grans, the gun is a just in case because we’re in New York and who knows so I’m very careful with you and me. Now let’s get you in the hot tub so you’ll feel nice and fresh and you will have a light dinner.”

 

After the weary mother finished broiled chicken and cut up vegetables, she seemed overly tired so Reva tucked her fresh and sweet in her big bed.

James stopped her in the hallway, tears flowed from his eyes,“I’m speechless, young woman; you stepped into our lives to change everything for the better.

“About the Lady Smith, Sir, I never should have withheld the information even though I’m a good shot with lots of training yet it’s your home and my responsibility.” The kiss came fast and swift stopping her speech of apology.

The kiss came fast and swift stopping her speech of apology.

“Shh, say no more and yes, you had no right to keep the information from me and now,” he turned away and then turned back, a twinkle in his blue eyes, “you might prefer my hot tub with a beverage and company.”

“Oh, Jim, you are a devil since showers are boring and by any chance are there rany chocolate covered strawberries to go with the champagne?”

“Strawberries, no, but I believe there are some chocolates hiding somewhere, some fruit and some tasty brown liquors, which I personally prefer to champagne when it comes to chocolate so I’ll see you very soon, all of you,” and then he lifted her chin to add, “Reva, pleasure is behind this door.”

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One night, she ran. For the bus to freedom and a new life. She had a plan, and a small box of cash.

With grit and determination, the young girl learned more than lessons at nursing college, the first part of her plan.

Someday, she would become a top chef, but for now, she’d claw her way up the ladder.

There is payback for every crime, and sometimes the payback is more than satisfactory.

 

 

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Kizzy’s Final Chapter

Kizzy’s closest companion, my friend Judy Audevard, wrote this last tribute.

It’s so hard to write an end to a beautiful love story. In life, all good things come to an end. This has been an amazing run for Kizzy and me.  We worked so hard to build a strong pet therapy program for adults and kids. About two years ago, I noticed Kizzy lacked the enthusiasm he always had when we went on visits. He was tired, eyesight and hearing failing. Our last visits were to nursing homes and Kizzy felt comfortable there. No noisy kids running around, the soothing serenity with elders calmed him. I felt so guilty leaving him when work called yet knew he’d nap and be there to greet me when I returned.

One spring day, Bob and I received a phone call from someone who needed a home for a puppy.Bob and I went to pick her up thinking we’d contact someone who needed said pup but no. This tiny, maybe two pounds, pup needed a home. Our family voted and she became ours. She took one look at Kizzy and fell in love. He became big brother to teach her manners, use outside for a bathroom, eat from a bowl. He also taught her that a leash and collar were not to be feared, and riding in a car was the most fun ever. Her name is Lulu.

They cuddled together all morning until it was time for Kizzy to say goodbye. She sleeps in his bed now and plays with his toys. Lulu feels his absence as we all do. We celebrated her first birthday a few days ago with a rousing bash. Our grandchildren and their friends joined the big party. She received new toys and lots of attention.

Lulu will have large shoes to fill but she’s training hard and has the personality and temperament to become a therapy dog. She’s on her way.

As for me, a few nights ago before I learned Kizzy had passed, I envisioned him running after a ball, having fun. They call it Rainbow Bridge. I call it a loss, a love I’ll never forget.

In my book, River’s Edge Trio Volume 1, check out Help Wanted. In the story, the main character calls on her friend, Judy to bring therapy dogs to the Veteran’s Hospital for a day of cheer. You will so enjoy this story because I asked Judy to do a “picture this” moment to describe what happens when she and her friends bring their therapy dogs to this rehab for Veterans. It’s real, it’s wonderful You’ll love it.

 

Kizzy, continued

Thanks for joining us in our stories of the best dog ever, the therapy dog that never would have been yet became a remarkable force in healing not only children, but veterans, elders and needy folks.

Judy and Kizzy were companions for seventeen years spreading the best they learned to aid others. Here’s a short true story to warm your heart, one Judy told me last year

“It was our first assignment as a therapy dog team. We were to go to the Children’s Psychiatric Hospital in Rockland County, New Yor. This is a lock down facility where children up to the age of eighteen are housed, sadly because there’s no place for them in the outside world. On this early fall evening when the air is crisp and the weather is cool. The hallway was dark. I saw the shadow of a girl coming down the corridor. Her eyes were downcast as she cradled a baby doll. She must have been about ten or eleven. She saw me and cast her eyes away. Then she glanced down and found Kizzy. She stopped short, hungered to pet him. He ran to her wagging his furry tail with joy. They bonded right away.  She was the first young person he’d seen since he moved in with us and something inside me said, he missed being around the sweetness of kids. Kizzy must have come from a home with young children. Obviously this girl was a victim of circumstance.  I discovered her Mom died of Aids at age 34 and she was one of five children, each one with a different father. She came to this hospital because she was born into an environment where she could hardly succeed. She lashed out at people, was hard to control and had no interest at all. Except for a small Bichon Frise who ran into her empty arms and just for a moment, gave her happiness and love.

 

Young at Heart can be found in all formats or in a three story volume titled The

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