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2023

Today is November 1st. It marks the start of the National Novel Writing Month (a.k.a. NaNoWriMo). I have 30 days to write a draft of my next novel. The idea is to just write and write and spew out your story. Any research or editing can be done later.

Divided up evenly over 30 days, to get a novel of 50,000 words, you must write 1700 words per day. Brutal.

I have heard of authors who can dream about their novels and wake up to write chapter after chapter with ease. I would love to be one of those authors. Maybe tonight? It could happen – I will keep you posted.

If you don’t see posts from me very much this month, now you know why. The same goes for emails and phone calls. So, please don’t feel ignored or forgotten.

It’s just November.

TTFN



Arriving: Cabo San Lucas

The brochures were not lying – the view, the hotel, and the ocean were so stunning that I almost did not believe it would be true. My photography skills are mediocre, so these pix are from the brochure.

We had a closer view from our room
El Arroyo Restaurant
Bali Beds. Who knew?

Our flights were uneventful, and we arrived at 1:20 pm as scheduled. The airport-to-resort shuttle was waiting to take us to the Zoetry Casa Del Mar. 30 minutes later, we were there.
Check-in was painless, and a hostess showed us to our room. She also showed us another suite upstairs that was like ours but with a different view. We liked the original one best.

A banner across the door said, “Feliz Anniversario,” meaning Happy Anniversary. I got to practice my Spanish with real people – some even understood what I said! A lot of the time, I spoke in vain due to denture lisping and slipping. Spanish AND English were both mangled. My hubby did not understand me half the time, either. I just shut up when I got tired of repeating myself 2 or 3 times.

Communication was not my only challenge. I really needed a straw. Juice glasses had small openings that caused the dentures to float. No straws were available. In fact, a waiter confided that straws had been outlawed in Cabo to protect the sea turtles. You just can’t make this stuff up. One of the customer service staff smuggled 2 straws to me. He did not say where he found them, and I didn’t ask. It was at that moment he became my adopted Grandson. GiBraun. He said it was like LeBron but with a G in front.

I finally figured out how to drink the juice. I stole a wide-mouth glass from a nearby table and transferred it over. It was fabulous! Yogurt, papaya & banana smoothie. Very yummy. Now, I needed to figure out how I could manage to eat in public. I could not order anything from the menu, so I ordered refried beans with cheese. These came in a bowl and were the consistency of soup. I expected pinto beans but got white beans. That was not the issue. I could not eat it using the spoon they served with it. It was the size of a serving spoon. I wish I was exaggerating.

They drink very strong coffee in Mexico. Our room had an automatic expresso machine. After two tiny cups of that, I could not sit still. They must use Mexican Jumping Beans to make it. Once we found out normal coffee was available in the bar at 7:00 am, hubby would go down and fetch us some every morning, and we would sip it while we enjoyed sitting on our veranda, watching the ocean. We read and did sudoku & crossword puzzles. I wrote thoughts in my journal. In less than an hour, we continued our relaxation in the room because the sun began hitting the veranda and warm-up our coffee.

Being treated like a princess reminded me of our “Thrones.” There was this pair of high-backed chairs positioned against the wall between rooms. They were very stiff and formal-looking, not made for comfort. I decided that these were our thrones. I wish I packed my tiara. Hubby humored me and would sit on his throne when I sat on mine. When housekeeping was cleaning our room, we had a place to wait.

To my knowledge, no one else ever sat on our Thrones.

Sir Greenfield of Zoetry

To be continued…

Things That Multiple Personalities Should NOT Do…

ME (et al.)


If you have followed along for a while, you may have  “met” most of the above personalities. They ALL have something to say.

Things I should not do:

  • Get a Tattoo. Who would get to decide which one? We would be mortified by any image that suited another.
  • Go to Las Vegas. Not to mention any names, but one of us is a bit sleazy, one of us is a slot junkie, and who knows what kind of trouble the Goth one would cause.
  • Get Married. My poor husband! Every evening when he leaves work, he has no clue who he is coming home to.  Sometimes he enjoyed the surprise.
  • Work with Alzheimer’s patients. Those poor souls have enough confusion in their lives. They certainly don’t need us.
  • Go anywhere without a GPS: Not a single one of us has any sense of direction.  I mean none… whatsoever.
  • Have the combination to the gun safe: The Government could learn from hubby and the kids about keeping top-secret information from getting into the wrong hands.
When I worked, I had a mood warning system on my office door.  Most co-workers thought I was trying to be funny, but my immediate group paid attention.

Gotta go now. It’s way past my bedtime

TTFN

Hey! Who are you calling “a bit sleazy” you sanctimonious witch!