But WAIT! There’s MORE . . .

Snow in the forecast today, Thursday, and Sunday. That’s as of this minute. It’ll do what it does. No need to fret about it. Isn’t fret a fabulous word? (My guitar playing friends won’t like this definition of the word.) To fret is to worry.

In contrast, Wikipedia defines it as a guitarist would. Fretting is wear and sometimes corrosion damage at the asperities of contact surfaces. (Yes, that’s what HE said). But to use the old definition of it, worry (fretting) erodes at your happiness and mental health if it goes long enough. I get it. People don’t like the snow, and I’m getting a little tired of it myself. It is a part of our lives in Nebraska. I prefer to concentrate on the beauty rather than the bother involved with it.

Yes, I have shoveled mountains of snow when I was a single mom. We lived on a busy corner, with a bus stop at our front sidewalk. It required extra care. The City trucks always buried us when they went by. I have done my fair share of removal. When my back went bad, the kids were great at helping. Of course we lived at the top of a hill with little snow removal. It made for all kinds of fun. At least my kids all learned a vital skill – driving in snowy Nebraska winters.

I didn’t even notice until this morning yesterday’s blog didn’t publish. I forgot I had to change my Facebook password yesterday. I share the blog to Facebook upon publishing. It didn’t work and held the whole deal up. Sorry about my inattention.

Yesterday about noon my good day derailed, and the result was a poor attitude. I try extra hard when that happens to not be b*% ^. I think I succeeded. And then the e-mail I’ve been waiting for arrived. It’s all good now. I need to remember sooner when I get overwhelmed (and I do it to myself!) with too much to do, too little time, too much to learn, I get stressed. The best cure it to stop working and do something you need. I took a nap. Then I read.

Later in the day, I looked at the reading material I keep next to my recliner. It was all books for learning – there was not one there to read for “fun.” I gathered them all up and put them on my desk extension for later. My brain is tired. It wants to have some fun. So it will have some fun. Timing was right for my latest Amazon order – in the blizzard like conditions of yesterday, they delivered three separate packages!

What a Haul from Amazon Yesterday!

Besides another copy of Corgi’s in the Wild, a children’s book by my friend author Gabbie Weick; Rachael Ray’s small grater; a cheat sheet for using Publisher with a small book of “How to Learn Microsoft Publisher QUICKLY!” (I’ve used Publisher before, but need a refresher and reference); I received new author Joshua Berkov’s two books; The Enlightenment of Angeline, and The Enlightenment of Esther.

Joshua Berkov is a Librarian by day. The rest of his author blurb from the back cover tells of his education, his life with his partner and two cats, and how he loves to make people laugh. Because of the making people laugh, I ordered both books. It’s the balance I need right now. I’ll let you know how they were. I love the description of the principal character; “Angeline Sims is no shrinking violet. She’s tough, opinionated, and bossy, and she’s got a bone to pick with nearly everyone in her life.” She sounds like my mom! And HER Mom! Uh-oh. Don’t let me use that phrase, ever. OK? If you don’t, we can’t be friends.

I Think We’ve All Known Ladies Like These!

With a renewed confidence and a surprise announcement to make soon, I’m going to write in my novel right now. Katie Fitzgibbons has been busy; therefore, I have been, too! I’ll get a good writing session in today. Then, time to watch Patrick Mahomes and his KC Chiefs annihilate Tom Brady and crew. In between, I’ll read about Angeline’s enlightenment. It’s going to be a wonderful Sunday with the Babe and our pups.

Hope your day is fabulous, too. Cozy up with a beverage and snack, it’s that kind of day. Thank you for reading. I welcome you back tomorrow, too. Be Safe. Take Care.

Fab Friday!

What a great day it has been! I knew I’d be awhile with Mom today, and I just embraced what the day offered. It was fabulously full of memories.

The staff at Immanuel Medical Center who organized the COVID vaccine distribution to folks over 80 were fantastic. Someone meets your car as soon as you enter the parking lot. I ordered a wheelchair for Mom since I was unsure how long the line would be.

We got through the line and she sat in the wheelchair until the fifteen minutes was up. She was fine. I thought of when my older brother and I saw the doctor as little kids. Mom would take us and get those dreaded shots. Needles were large and really hurt much more than now. I have a spot on my upper right arm that had nerve damage from a shot I got, and they hit the wrong spot. I have a vivid memory of walking to my brother’s school with Mom and Tom to get the oral Polio vaccine. It tasted like sugar water. I remember overhearing grownups talk about Polio and how terrible it was. I only knew one person who had it. We met him in the 1970s when the man and his family moved into our neighborhood.

Mom was fine, and I wheeled her out through the long corridor. I had to tease her. When we walked out, a nurse gave each elderly person a Dum Dum Sucker. How appropriate! I thought it was cute all the elders had a fun experience. Those nurses (females and males) were so respectful and sweet to the patients. We get to go back on February 26. Hope the weather’s good so we don’t have any issues.

We are so fortunate in Nebraska, especially Omaha. We have so many hospitals and two major medical schools and nursing schools. There is such a wealth of information here, and the people to help us when we need help. Creighton and the University of Nebraska Medical Center turn out top-notch doctors.

Our Veterans Administration Hospital is very good, too. Interns from the two medical schools rotate into the VA and out during their training. I heard this saying long ago, and I believe it. “You want a young doctor and an old lawyer.” Truer words never spoken.

Folks, the Babe is hungry and I’m going to put together the Baked Chicken Salads for dinner tonight. It’s been a busy week, and I think we need to relax on this cold Friday evening. Hope you have a warm night and relaxing weekend. I plan to work on stuff at home and the Babe is spearheading a project to replace the ceiling tile in a rental room at the VFW Post. I’ll hold down the fort with the pups. Thanks for reading, and we’ll see each other tomorrow. Be Safe!

Another Fab Friday

Well, it finally happened, thanks to Jimmy Weber. I’ve finally joined the world of streaming music. His wonderful new album is available wherever you stream music. I’ve never streamed. I’ve clung to the CD format since – well, a long time. So here I am, finally, in this century as far as my music goes. Thanks, Jimmy! It doesn’t seem to work very well playing music on my Chromebook while blogging. I’ll have to try it later when I’m using the laptop. It’s got more “power,” as they used to say on “Home Improvement.”

On the COVID front, Douglas County Health Department in Omaha, Nebraska opened their website this morning at 9 a.m. to make appointments for the elderly. I registered Mom for next week. It should be a good experience. They have accommodations such as wheelchairs for those who need it. I got one for Mom. She’s always insisted on walking herself, but the time has come for sensibility. Saving her energy is key right now.

I’m closing in on the end of the month, and with that, I’ve decided February 1, 2021, I need to get back to work on my novel, “The Saving of Katie Fitzgibbons.” It’s time I got busy again. You’ll be the first to know how it’s going!

The Wal-mart pick up line was pretty long this morning. I waited a bit, but it still beat going through the store and all the people who appeared to be there. What a godsend it is! I have yet to convince Mom of that, but it’s ok. Someday we’ll probably shop for her. Getting out of the house is what she needs now. She’s ready to warmer weather so she can walk on her patio daily. It’s to slippery right now. Bless her heart.

Call your elderly friends and family. They are needing a bright spot in their days right now. If they have limitations in movement or with vision and hearing, the days are twice as long for them. We’ll all get there some day, some of us sooner than others. Be kind now, and someone will return your favor later on.

Thank you for reading today. Don’t forget about my friends Jimmy Weber and Billy McGuigan. They both have some great new music written during the COVID quarantine. It’s bound to help you feel better. Music does that. It heals the souls. See you again tomorrow!

Memories – 2002

In going through some old writing I had from grief seminars with the Centering Corporation in Omaha, Nebraska, I found a couple things I’ve held onto. It would have been in about 2002, when I turned 50 years old. A huge mark in a person’s life, but for me it was the dawning of some premature events.

I went on disability at 48, I was unable to continue working due to the condition of my spine. I continued working for five years, and just couldn’t physically handle sitting all day anymore. My work place was more than accommodating. The Babe and I were married about four years. He told me I didn’t have to work. It never dawned on me to quit.

The header photo is a collage I made of my feelings in 2002, depicting how I felt about being placed on LTD. It was very hard to adjust to. I’d been working for twenty years, got an education while raising my kids, bought my own home, and climbed the corporate ladder. I was approaching where I would get to have the time of my life. And my career ended. All the words dealt with my medical issue, which you “couldn’t see.” “Doing What I Love?” I hadn’t thought of anything. ” I am data,” spoke to there being no data on someone recovering from what I had. I was written up in medical journals, complete with a digital photo of my arachnoid cyst squeezing my spinal cord. The pain was unbelievable. And for the big 5-0? I went on MEDICARE, for crying out loud. Fifteen years early. I was embarrassed. I certainly did not look 65. I felt I had no control over anything. I finally learned to grieve properly about that loss, and adjust to my new life. Thank you, Joy Johnson Brown and Dr. Mary Hansen! You ladies have taught me so much about living.

There was a session about expressing grief. It was through poetry. As nearly as I can remember, I must have written a poem about My Dad’s Hands. I’ll leave you with these thoughts.

MY DAD’s HANDS

Big, Outstretched, and Warm

I always felt safe

When Dad reached down

and took my small hand in his.

Crossing the street

Into the Doctor’s Office

Upstairs a million steps to the dentist’s smelly office

I knew he would protect me.

As I grew, I noticed

the nicotine stained fingers,

the Pressman’s ink,

the Mechanic’s grease,

and I saw some of his many talents.

His beautiful signature

The thousands of books he’d read

The golf clubs he treasured

The grandchildren he’d held after

He was sure they wouldn’t break.

How cold and small they seemed

With the IV’s inserted

As that modern plague Cancer

Sucked the breath from his lungs,

But not the love for him from my heart.

It’s HUGE!

The snow is falling with a velocity I remember from Childhood. And we would walk to school in it, and walk home. When we got to the busy street with stoplights, there were mounds of snow the plows left that were packed down hard. You had to climb up them, then down the other side. Some times, they could be two or three feet high. Seriously.

I remember the nuns cautioning us about standing on top of those snow mounds while waiting for a red light to change. “Don’t do it!” they cautioned. “You could slip and fall under a moving car.” Great. One more thing (that could happen) to be afraid of. Luckily, we never saw that happen. (Cue a sigh of relief).

I remember how cold it was. The girls wore uniforms that were navy jumpers and a white blouse. Of course, we wore boots. As seventh and eighth grade came around, we thought we were too cool to wear boots. Mom usually won. They just invented the boots girls could wear without shoes, and I wanted some.

Overshoes were so cumbersome. But you know, they were the most sensible. My dad wore them. Mom had some that would go over her high heels. I was amazed at that. I outfitted my kids with overshoes, boots, whatever you could get them to wear when they were little. Yes, all kids have rubbery legs as you try to hog-tie them to put boots on. Their legs go limp, they can’t push their foot into the boot, no matter how you manipulate their foot. Once you get them to stiffen their leg, not bending their knee, it was easier. Then the best invention of all.

I learned about them from my Aunt Lois. She was better than June Cleaver. She had six kids, a police officer husband, and probably a pet dog or chicken, depending on what the kids dragged home from school (Paula – you know you did)! Her younger kids were only a few years older than my kids. Those kids have grown up into some of the best people I’ve ever known. Kudos to the Conrad family of Orchard Avenue! Her hand me down clothes from Mike and David were a Godsend!

I remember being a single mom during blizzards. If we didn’t make an attempt to get to work, we would not be paid. Period. I always made it. Many of the women I worked with had their husband’s bring them, and would be picked up later. I carried the snow shovel in the back of the Pontiac Station Wagon I got in the divorce. I used it more than once. And, being young, I wore high-heeled leather boots and was pretty styling. I bought them in the spring of probably 1984. They were beautiful and lasted forever.

No, I didn’t wear short skirts. Always knee length or longer. Appropriate office wear. Very different from what is worn now. We didn’t know what a casual day was. Now, it seems many offices are beyond business casual. Times change so much.

I’m going to make a hot cup of tea and go sit in my recliner and look out at the snow. I find watching it rather soothing and beautiful. It’ll make for a lot of good moisture for our yard. I love the four seasons and hope you are all safe and warm today. Being retired offers so many good things. It’s nice home with the Babe and the dogs. Goldie loves the snow, and wonders why we don’t stay out with her constantly. Silly girl.

Take care of yourself today. Be kind. Be Thoughtful. Check on your neighbor, especially if you’re snowed in. Send your kids to shovel an elderly neighbor’s driveway. It’s the right thing to do. Great exercise, too. I’m researching today. Compensation for illustrators. Anyone know the subject? Thanks for reading. See you tomorrow!

Sunday, Sunday

Hello, hope you’re all well this fine Sunday night. We’re expecting some major snow in the next few days. Tomorrow, after 4 a.m., it’s supposed to snow heavily, as much as one inch an hour. That’s pretty substantial. Planning on staying home, and the Babe is too. We’ll cozy up at home and call it good.

Goldie passed with flying colors again today, being left out of her kennel while we were away today. I know she’s not going to eat anything, and she and Lexie were both happy when we got home. (But when are they not?)

I’m nearly finished with All Things In Time, by Sue Buyer, the 92 year old first time author. Ms. Buyer was a professional writer her whole career, but never wrote actual reporter stories at the newspaper she worked for. This was common for women during the 1950s and 1960s, when women commonly left their job as soon as their pregnancies “showed.” Rarely did they return after giving birth. Ms. Buyer had an interesting view of a lot of human stories during her time at the newspaper. Some are combined with other stories, making her novella a step back in time. I’m enjoying it.

All the information I’ve read about succeeding in any creative endeavor contains a lot about being persistent. That is good advice. I don’t think there is any creative person who isn’t. Not one who has succeeded. Some days it’s hard. I’ve taken almost two months off from actively writing new pages for my novel, and I feel like a schlep. I’ve been feverishly busy about other aspects of writing and publishing, but not actively writing feels like I’ve abandoned it. Not so. Time to change that mindset right now.

Tomorrow is our day to be finished arranging the boxes of Christmas decorations in the storage room, and it should be one of a few things we finish tomorrow. The Babe finally can use the snowblower, and since he’s losing weight, he can shovel too, unless he gets out of breath. Then it’s time for nitro and the couch. He’s enjoying helping the neighbors out, even though we don’t need to get out and go anywhere.

You all take care, be safe if you live where it’s going to snow a lot. Cold, wind, and blowing snow is no joke. Ice either. Stay home if you can. Have a beautiful night and a great day tomorrow. We’ll see each other then. Thank you for reading.

A Sigh of Relief

On this Thursday, I can tell you I feel a sigh of relief. I believe it’s from the Inauguration being over, (with no riots or issues), and that the color purple needs to reflect how we are. United. Kind of like the children’s book I told you about yesterday, “Mixed – A Colorful Story,” by Arree Chung of the Storytellers Academy.

I love purple. It has so many shades and hues; it allows for a lot of mixing. I look good in purple, too. Silvering hair has its advantages. I feel purple-ish inside. Some of it is from the bruising the media inflicts on our psyche, constantly hammering away. I love to escape all of that into my world of creating. I need the noise to go away. That’s where music comes in. I’m listening to Kevin Costner’s Modern West again today, it’s just a bunch of wonderful stories in his songs and pleasant music. Storytelling has enveloped my life.

I’m having fleeting thoughts like, “Wouldn’t it be crazy if” and some random idea runs through my mind. I need to write them down, because I think there will be another children’s book ruminating in my brain. I love to think back to the things my kids loved to read about. Lovable Lyle, the Crocodile comes to mind. It was so cute. I remember it crushed Lyle when some people didn’t like him. It was devastating to him. And he learned to cope with it. Great story and great art.

Photo by Sofia Alejandra on Pexels.com

I think a lot of the feeling I’m having today is hope the world can calm down now, despite the Pandemic. I feel like I did when the Babe and I bought our first house together, and moved to a better neighborhood. I had lived in a house with my kids’ next door to a really awful neighbor, with lots of stress from the situation. The guy was a drug dealer, alcoholic, and loved to fight with people, usually after the bars closed. He and his girlfriend had three kids together who roamed the neighborhood. The kids became wards of the state. The meth-addicted girlfriend left.

Once an experience like that is over, you can realize how not stressed you are. Then you realize what they have subjected you to for a lot of years. Since I was a single mom, I was afraid of him and his crazy friends. There was a lot of unscrupulous stuff going on. Normal people have to get up and go to work every day. You can’t be awakened by loud music and arguing night after night and still be rested the next day. It’s tedious. It’s maddening. It’s uncalled for.

As we go forward, let’s all be purple. Let’s play nice. Let’s give people the benefit of the doubt. Let’s give others a chance. Be kind. Be gentle, especially with yourselves. Stand tall and proud of who you are. Live a life that is a good example to a child. Be safe. Thank you for reading today, and I’ll see you tomorrow.

Tuesday at the Home Office

Happy Tuesday Afternoon!

It’s been a very strange day. I took Mom to her bank to move money around. She had an appointment with the person who does those things. We arrive, he was ill. She was upset. She gets agitated easily when things don’t go according to plan. She can’t handle surprises well anymore. She is home a lot, and she’s safest there. Not only do you have COVID-19, we also have extreme fall risk, some pride, and lots of stubbornness. It’s quite a combination. I’m glad I have the determination of both of my parents. Mom’s more of a steamroller; Dad was more of a prepare for the worst and be glad when it doesn’t happen. I’m more like Dad, but I can steamroll if needed.

So gets in the Branch Manager’s office, and handles first things first. Getting what she needed; then the paperwork; then the receipts. The money she had to “move” was probably unnecessary; as the account had special checks, which I’m sure are negotiable to write to a vendor, but she insists no. OK, Mom. Whatever you say. It probably didn’t have to be this hard, but it’s done, that’s all that mattered.

Mission Accomplished! We get back to the car, and she asked to sit there for a little bit so she could “collect herself.” The Babe’s Mom would say, “I need to get organized.” Little old ladies are so cute. They’re insistent on some things and other things don’t matter anymore. We went to Walgreens, and the only thing there was the “usual” toilet paper display at the front of the store was replaced by a paper towel display. I paid no attention to what she bought, but the cashier told her it wasn’t toilet paper. She felt terrible, and I didn’t watch what she was doing.

She said she felt terrible being such a mess. It’s confusing when she’s out, and I’m glad she does as well as she does. It could be a whole different game in six months. My brothers and me, we’re ready for whatever happens. I hope God’s good to her.

Tomorrow will be a big day for her, the stair lift will be installed. Like many older people, she’s not good with remotes. I hope it’s not a hassle for her. Practice. Just needs patience, which she’s not too good at with new stuff. Life is full of mysteries, isn’t it?

You work hard your whole life, and your kids leave. Your empty nest is fun for awhile, then if you have grand kids, you get to watch them grow up, then they go on and live their lives. You see them less often, too, it’s important for them to stretch their wings. And you kind of wait around to see what the next chapter has. You’re too vital and interested in life to sit and do nothing. That’s where I’m so glad to be creative. There are so many things I love and am good at, it’s hard to choose a hobby of the day. Right now, it’s writing. And watching videos. I have more to finish up with, and will do that. There are many interesting ones to catch up on and share with Cartney, my illustrator. I even purchased a book Arree Chung wrote, “Mixed.” It’s a beautiful book. The photos match the story so well. If you have young kids, this is a must have. It explains mixed race marriages in a wonderful way. Hat’s off to you, Arree! I’ll have a photo tomorrow, my devices aren’t synching right now.

We are on duty today to pick up addison from school soon. It’s nice to see her and hear how her day went. The Babe found some old photos on his phone this morning from when she was in first and second grade. Wow. She’s a young woman now, no longer a little girl! Time. It flies too damned fast.

Be safe out there. I’m praying for a safe Inauguration Day tomorrow. Regardless of anything else, we will all have a new president and vice president. I hope he is well enough to withstand the stress of the office. My prayers are especially for all law enforcement and military who are keeping the peace tomorrow. May the crowd have respect and be ruled by sensibility. God Bless the USA! See you tomorrow.

LLC Name Blues!

Good morning from the Home Office in Gretna, NE! In all my excitement to introduce you to my illustrator, Cartney McGuigan, I had some backstory going on here that I find humorous enough to share.

As I started with my heart afire, I couldn’t download/convert a file to jpg. No problem! I checked for an extension to do that, found two. They worked, but you could only see a curl of Cartney’s hair. No time to waste. Kate sent me a jpg version, and we were off to the races. Until.

Until Lexie, my staff-member, decided she had to be sick. Right on my office rug. My fun pop of color in the room – my white background rug with colorful buttons on it. She was sick several times over about thirty minutes. Poor Lexie!

Poor Lexie!
She Couldn’t Help It!

Needless to say, I am delighted to be working with Cartney McGuigan on the project, “Roxie, What Are You Doing?” I know she will capture what I’m looking for in the artwork. It’s the most important part of a picture book. My words will change according to the visual story. I can hardly wait to work through this process with her. I most appreciate the fact we are two creative people, choosing to work together. Age is not a factor, it’s the love of creating moving us forward. How lucky we were to find each other!

On another note I find rather humorous, I heard from my attorney handling the establishment of my LLC. The name I chose, “Eureka Publishing Company, LLC,” is most likely too similar to the “Eureka Writing Company, LLC,” which calls Lincoln, Nebraska home. Dang! That was such a great name. For all my “Eureka” moments. Ok, so it can’t be that hard to find a name, can it? Well, here we go down this rabbit hole!

OMG! Publishing LLC – a religious publication company in US

Late Bloomer Publishing LLC- already taken elsewhere in US.

Never Too Late Publishing LLC – ditto

Take the Plunge Publishing LLC – a lingerie company in the US

Watch This! Publishing LLC – a shipping company in the US

Creative Soul Publishing LLC – already exists in US.

Roxie Publishing LLC – Exists in Ohio

Grateful Publishing Company LLC – Grateful Owl Publishing Co LLC – exists in US

Home Office Publishing Company LLC – Real Estate in US

Never Did This Before Publishing Company – Never Before Publishing LLC in US

First Time LLC – Exists in US

Just Do It LLC – Nike

Life IS Publishing LLC – Already exists in US

Fresh Ideas Publishing LLC – Food & recipe company in US

Shadow Publishing LLC – Already exists, publishes Horror genre in US

Sunshine Publishing LLC – Already exists in US

I came down to three choices;

Raabe Ranch Publishing Co, LLC – I jokingly call our large lot that has a wetlands behind it “Raabe Ranch” since it’s so big for the dogs to run.

Kathy Raabe Publishing Co, LLC – Kind of boring, I think. But a possibility.

Jewell Publishing Co, LLC – Eureka! How simple. Why didn’t I think of this first? It’s my maiden name, my family name. My dad was a pressman at our newspaper, we all learned so much about the business just from hearing conversations at home. This honors Dad, who always encouraged me, and gives credit to where I came from. A blue collar, working class home. The best. Thanks again, Dad!

Cross your fingers the Nebraska Secretary of State doesn’t reject this name. We’ll have another cause for celebration when the LLC is established. It’s a legal protection for our personal assets. I will write more than one book. More kids books, and back to my novels for sure.

The coming week will see all the Christmas decorations being put away. I wasn’t ready to be rid of the beautiful lights in the evenings by the fire. They’re so pretty. I suppose it’s time. I save the snowman collection until January – March for display. Cute, and it fills up those spaces so they’re not so empty. The Babe is a big help to me, since I’m not supposed to carry heavy stuff, and all that. He is so patient. I’m blessed, and so is he!

Off to wrap and stow decorations. And watch Kansas City vs. the Cleveland Browns. It should be a great game.

Life holds so many possibilities. Go out and grab one for yourself! Thank you for reading today. More adventures tomorrow!

Announcing . . .

Folks, you’ve been with me from the beginning. Today we are celebrating two milestones. This is post #500. This is huge. But the other announcement is bigger and better!

You all are the first to know I have found the perfect artist for my children’s book. Introducing Cartney McGuigan! I am over the moon to be able to have a young artist to work with, one that shows a lot of promise. We’ve both never done this, so it will be an adventure. Here is Cartney’s bio.

Cartney McGuigan is thrilled to be the illustrator for “Roxie, What Are You Doing?”. She is currently a senior in high school and plans to go into acting after graduation. Cartney enjoys singing, dancing, and drawing. If it’s artistic, she’ll do it! She has participated in a varsity show choir at her school for three years and will be an art instructor at the McGuigan Arts Academy this summer. Most recently, Cartney created a show logo for a production of Paul Williams Songbook in California and also specializes in custom artwork for any occasion. Her work can be purchased in Car’ts Art Mart on Etsy and also in Billy McGuigan’s online merchandise store.

A Sample of Cartney’s Art

Cartney, I’m excited to learn with you. We will have the support of the McGuigan Arts Academy, and they specialize in things “we’ve never done before.” I’m honored we have their support. It’s going to be such a fun project. We’re going to do meetings to check out each other’s telling of the story, and I will reduce my word count as the pictures tell the story of Roxie and Gavin. It’s going to be a wonderful experience. Cartney, oh the things we’ll do, and we will learn alongside each other. One creative inspiring another. What can be better?

Celebrate with Cartney and me today. Thanks for reading, and I’ll see you tomorrow. We have more life stories and observations to share. As we progress, we’ll share Cartney creating her sketches and talk about the inspirations she has. It’ll be fun for all of us. Take care and be safe out there.