Clouds reflecting in water...
It’s a crazy week. It always is when I come back from being away (and since I’m again heading out in two weeks, I will barely catch up). I am too beat to write, but I tried to force myself to write using Bone’s 3-Word Wednesday exercise, which is a “little pregnant” this week. The four words are magic, repeatedly, forty and admit. Reading the list, a stupid song from the Fall of ’75 reestablished itself in my head. Here’s my piece:
Oh, ho, ho, it’s magic, you know.
Never believe it’s not so…
The words from the song repeatedly played on the radio my freshman year in college and, although I’m ashamed to admit, it wasn’t till I was on the back side of forty that I could clear them from my head. But now, thanks to Bone’s pregnant 3-Word Wednesday, which has four words this week, including “magic”, the song is again spinning in my head.
As for what’s going on in the expansive blog universe, you should check out Murf’s version of the American Girl Dolls. Murf, if you remember, was recently honored here with a birthday party.
Next, take a stop at Diane’s to read her book review of a book I suggested, Guy Owen’s The Flim-Flam Man. Diane has a great review of a very funny book.
Finally, it’s going to be an interesting summer reading book reviews of Southern authors as a number of you are participating in Maggie’s Southern Summer Reading Challenge. So far, the following have listed their books: Diane, Kevin, Kontan and Deana. Murf is also participating, but to date is keeping her books under cover. Actually, I should all be reading the books of Martin Clark, Deana’s husband’s. He’s a judge and it might be a good thing to read his book so I’d at least know what’s coming my way the next time the judge threatens to throw the book at me.