This is a random thoughts, no books, kind of day. It was good in so many ways.
It started early, to make the hour trip into the city in time to meet up with the rest of our writers group. An impromptu picnic in a beautiful and popular park was the plan. With covid, it’s been a long time since we last met, the first Saturday in February in fact. The extroverts among us couldn’t bear to wait any longer and so, The Picnic.
Usually at an event like this we have pot luck lunches, we bring all sorts of interesting dishes to contribute to the meal.
We behaved well during this social distancing time. Most of us just brought a sandwich and a drink of some sort. Betty, the lady I traveled with, was highly disappointed with the food situation. She likes things to be an event not the ho hum I could do this at home routine.
By the time it was over she had forgotten her thoughts on food and was reliving the good time we had visiting with friends of like mind. Not everyone in our life gets our love for writing. Sometimes we forget and fail to appreciate how much encouragement we gain from time spent with our writer friends. The aftermath of Covid has been a good reminder for us.
We (Betty and I) don’t see each other all that often even though we live in the same small city, and it was nice to catch up on the drive to and from. When I dropped her off we said our good byes suggesting we should do lunch sometime.
Sometime came sooner than expected. Her coffee mug was left in my car and that had her dropping by to retrieve it.
The forgetting turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
For some reason it felt like a downer when I got home after the day away. I was tired and feeling crummy. Blaming it on the early morning I took a nap that made only a marginal difference. It wasn’t too long after my nap there was a phone call about the neglected and forgotten coffee mug.
Sometimes it pays to go ahead and do things even when desire is not there.
With minimal enthusiasm on my part we went on an adventure to find somewhere interesting to have supper. Neither of us go out for meals all that often so we have no clue about where’s a good place to go.
We tried one new place everyone was talking about but it was take out only. Not what we needed. There was one more place we had both heard about and hoped they had inside seating and no line ups.
The pizza at the golf course’s new restaurant was delicious and the view of the golf greens next to our patio table added to the ambiance.
I think our outlook on life had improved considerably with the experience. We seemed to be in agreement on that.
It was a wonderful day all the way around and now group plans are underway to meet next month too.
Well, there were no new books today but there’s no shortage of reading material with all the offerings we’ve had lately.
I’m almost finished Cold Shot and it’s still a bargain. I think it’s worth the $1.99.
I learned something new with this book. Cold shot is sniper terminology and you have to be good to pull it off. Not sure this will be useful info but it is new.
In college, Griffin McCray and his three best friends had their lives planned out. Griffin and Luke Gallagher would join the Baltimore PD. Declan Gray would head to the FBI and Parker Mitchell would go on to graduate school as a crime scene analyst. But then Luke vanished before graduation and their world–and friendships–crumbled.
Now Griffin is a park ranger at Gettysburg, having left life as a SWAT-team sniper when a case went bad. The job is mostly quiet–until the day he captures two relic hunters uncovering skeletal remains near Little Round Top. Griffin just wants the case to go away, but charming forensic anthropologist Finley Scott determines that the body is modern–a young social justice lawyer missing since spring–and all evidence points to the work of an expert sniper. When FBI agent Declan Gray takes over the case, past and present collide. Griffin soon realizes he’ll need to confront some of the darkest days of his life if he–and those he cares about–are going to escape a downward spiral of murder that crosses continents.
I may go to a lighter read next. It’s still a bargain too, at $0.99
A January Bride (A Year of Weddings Novella Book 2)
What will happen when novelist Madeleine Houser’s “pen pal” friendship with a lonely widower takes an unexpected turn?
Sorry I didn’t get any pictures of our day.
I always mean to but get talking and forget.
One of these times…
I’m just happy I managed to find something to say after all.
I hope you had a good day too.