"...On the cold nights by the fire, her grandfather would sleep in his chair. Most nights he'd snore but then on those other rare nights he'd wake like waking from the dead and say to no one in particular, "Hoist the sails."
Those were the nights of stories. Her mother swore that he made them up until one morning they found the chest. Who could have believed what was there. Gold coins, letters with drawing done by her mother, and a map with promises of more.
And a key.
Stories From the Gold Coast/Nights in Havana
compilation of short stories with promises of adventure by C Anne Ford
To the hackers who've messed with or tried to mess with this blog...
Lol. I've spent the last 3 out of four nights in cold as heck weather out in the car with the new dog. He can't come inside and I can't leave him outside in this weather. So we sit out in the car turning the heater on when it's too cold and then off when it warms up. I just came inside to use the bathroom and get something to drink. This is the last thing I'm doing before I go back outside. He's such a good dog and he's had such a hard time. Before we could get him to trust us, there were some cold nights. One morning he had ice on his back. I don't know what happened to him before he came here but it doesn't matter. What's important to me is how we treat him.
So outside I go.
The other dogs are inside. The chickens are in their enclosure with the heat light.
I'm telling you this so that you know that the stupidity that you might try is your stupid. I'm too busy to get upset. You see I've got to keep the animals and people warm. They're the ones who show up in my life not you or the so called folks who are soooooo interested in my life but haven't a clue of who I am or even my name.
I'm sorry that I missed working at the lake on Saturday and the church on Monday and later today. I'll be able to start back on Wednesday. I know that they'll understand why I wasn't there.
For all of us in the US who are dealing with the cold? This to will pass.
We're going to be okay.
This aint nothin'
Going back outside to hug the pup.
PS Hey. Craig Ferguson is coming to Atlanta, Georgia in February.
I am a writer.
I have that on good authority from an actual publisher. The kind that produce really good books. They said it but I already knew it.
I am a disinherited, sometimes broke, wanna be writer and poet.
For almost three years, I spent mornings happily writing in my blog (avg views/month 8,000). Life was good. Then the blog landlords "pulled the plug" and "vamoose" no more blog.
Now I write. I live my life with dogs in the middle of a forest (kind of) and I Blog