Dang! Crack That Walnut

If I say I’ve self published 8 children’s books( google my name on Amazon in books)  and did a 50,000 word novel (still in work) in the past 18 weeks, you’ll label me as crazy. And that’s correct.

If I’d say sometimes I’m tired, you might believe me. But there is a fantastic spring of stories in my pockets and when they well up, I get on my laptop to collect the juice- it’s that easy.

There are days when I don’t get out of the house, but only to pick up the daily paper from the driveway. And there are mornings when I take a tour of our neighborhood in SoCal in my slippers, talking to the dog walkers, greeting people while passing by their house, praying loudly in my native Romanian language and picking up oranges I find on the sidewalk from the orange trees around.

This brings me back when I was little and used to collect walnuts wherever these trees were on my strolls. I would stop and crack them with a rock right there under the tempting tree.

What was I saying?  Dang!

 

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Our Backyard Like a Jungle

Pepper the dog here-
I took a walk in our backyard today – it was cool enough to breath without the oxygen mask on this time of September. Actually, I am mean: I always can breath out there because the ocean breeze keeps us comfortable, but why not complain about things? Whatever!
So, I strolled the backyard with trees and high bushes and I thought : this was like a jungle. You can get caught by living plants crawling on your legs. It didn’t happen to me.
I saw a snail and didn’t turn it over this time. Its life was miserable enough.
Then I found a button: it was made of golden metal. I took it in the house to surprise mom for Mother’s Day next year. Then I went in the backyard again to find more treasures, but I got lost.
If you see mom tell her I’m still there. And she can bring me a pack of bacon.
In the shade.
Because our backyard is like a jungle.

Living with an Alien

Alien are supposed to be green, right? Thin, big eyes, long legs and arms, up in the air antennas…
My adopted mom is an alien.
I can hear you saying: ” that’s impossible.”
Well, mom is not green, but she gets that chocolate tan on summers. She says it’s from the sun, but I’m sure that’s not the whole truth. If her skin can change so dramatically, she is an alien, but a different kind.
Then her eyes: you should see her eyes when she puts on her contacts- big and scary, with the round thing sticking out like a tennis ball. Those are of an alien, I tell you.
Long legs and arms, check.
And a big heart.
I can’t wait to see mom turning green in spring, with sprouts of antennas on her head. I’ll post a picture.
( Pepper the dog here.)

A Certain Day Theory

Pepper here:
It’s Labor Day weekend.
People don’t work on Labor Day. Most of them. So, why don’t we call it the way it is : Relaxing Day? Barbecue Day? Visiting Grandparents Day? Cleaning the Entire House Day?
Hanging out at Target Day and Not Getting Treats for Your Pet Day?
I will stay by the pool day.
Maybe my best friend Kodiak will show up day.
Good Day!

The Nasty Thing

(Pepper, the dog, speaking)
Man, I was thirsty. I barked at mom and she knew. We two were already in a store. Mom looked through the water bottles to get the water I could drink. The one with no flavor.
After checking it out, she showed me a bottle of Arrowhead Sparking Water, which I likeeeed. We went in the parking lot and she poured half of it in my bowl.
Now that was a nasty surprise. The water was Wild Cherry essence, the worst essence you could add in any water. It was like cilantro on my chicken breast. Yucky!
Mom said she carefully chose this water and that nothing was written on the label about the cilantro thing, I mean the wild cherry thing. I didn’t believe that.
We went back in the store and mom picked up the most tastier water after the Glacier one: Fiji. Just to find out that it was $3.15 – mom looked at me and said:
” I wished here would be a pond for you to drink with no charge.” When she say my eyes, she continued: ” A nice pond.”
I ended up with Dasani purified water, which I hate, but I drank it anyway.
Thirst is a nasty thing.