This weekend was pretty enough outside that the boys and I got out in the yard some. They weren’t happy about it all the time, but it was nice to get some fresh air. I also got some writing work done. I got to critique some good new material  for a friend. It was nice not to be looking at my own stuff all the time. I get pretty tired of that. 

At this time last year our family was already sitting in the surgical waiting room at Egleston. Nick was in getting his new aorta. I think is was the longest day of my life, Andy’s, Nick’s, the kids, Dr. Kanter’s and many more. I thank God everyday for saving Nick’s life. No one thought he would do as well as he did. Even Nick is awed by the fact that he is doing so well. My throat is tight just thing about that time. Andy asked not to talk about it. Our house knows how to value life. We know how precious it is. Thanks for all the love and prayers you have sent our way.      

I’m a fan of cool days, warm fires, hot chocolate and football but I’ve had enough winter weather. I’m really looking forward to spring this year. The last snow did me in. This weekend is suppose to be pretty and I’m counting on it. Think tulips.

I was at the Cobb County Library by 9:00am this morning. I got a table by a window, close to an electric outlet and got six hours of work done. It was a better visit than the last one, but by the time I left it had gotten busy, so I was glad I went early. I think the homeless come there to get warm. There were a number of men that weren’t reading, instead talking and sleeping sitting up by noon. I never thought of the homeless going to a library but it is a good plan. All you have to do to stay is to seem to be interested in books. I wish the library was busy because more people were reading.

My number two son and number three child had to go for job training in Cobb County yesterday. Instead of driving back home I dcside to go to a local library and get some work done. The first libray was a small branch one. It had a lot of business, and so small I almost felt in the way. Later that afternoon I went to check out the main library. I could only stay a few minutes before I had to pick up Zach. I found a booth and was reading through my manuscript.  Two men, not gentlemen, stood leaning against the booth next to mine talking like they were at a football game. They were standing right over me almost.This library was busy also making is difficult to move easily. I finally said,” Guys do you mind.” My tone sounded a little put out I’m sure. There was no apologiy offer. One moved on. The other stayed a minute and had the nerve to say, “Nothing we were doing was bothering you.” I just looked at him in disbelief. He said the same line again before he move on to talk to his buddy a little ways away from me. Whatever happening to being quiet in a library?