Threats and More Threats…

As a resident alien in my permanent residence in a different country I enjoy reading and thinking.  My children threaten to take my books away from me if I forget to phone them on my way home.  They threaten to make me watch television for several hours if I talk back and they have threatened to make me keep my cell phone on all day if they catch me sitting in my room alone again.

When I’m not reading or thinking I capture my ideas on paper, screen really, and contribute regularly to my writing group who listen patiently to my stories and give me encouragement whether I deserve it or not.  My husband, the gorgeous Texan, aka blue-eyed cowboy, and I share dinner dates at home each weekend, we reckon that our food is infinitely better than anything a local restaurant can set before us.  We have the added fun of imbibing while we cook, chopping veggies side by side, creating sauces and indulging in witty, or so we think, conversation. We plan to open up a restaurant in some exotic location we have visited on line.  Somewhere that looks beautiful and sounds like a mix of all the countries we’ve visited in our younger lives.  All we have to be is bold and the Almighty will send in the troops to help us.  Hey, I look at it this way, I’m more than half way to heaven, what do I have to lose?

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