In order for me to digest a book I must first be able to concentrate.
I have not been afforded that luxury the last couple of weeks with all the trauma in our county, so I’m behind.
Words that come to mind to describe this novel: bland, pointless, dragging, boring. Maybe with all the fires and displaced families in my county right now a rich girl’s love life just didn’t do it for me with the hand kissing and drama with a furtive photograph.
I had high hopes for The Fortune Hunter but it fell short. I liked An American Heiress well enough. So why didn’t I like this? It had all the makings of what I normally love: historical fiction, well-off people, horses, etcetera. Maybe my timing was off. But I didn’t care for it. The only truly enjoyable character was Casper, he was brimming with life while the rest of them just seemed to drift by shrouded in fog. There were three predominant stories: one, Charlotte’s love for photography, the Empress’ love for Bay, and Bay’s love for Tipsy, his horse who jumps hedges supposedly 18 feet tall. Everybody else is filler, and the Lennox diamonds never got enough action for my taste. I was not excited to finish, and if I had to read one more word about Sisi’s lines around her eyes…
Not every book I read has the ability to lilt me to sleep, but this one did. And for that, I bequeath it two stars.
“Start a blog,” they urged.
“It’s easy!!!” they promised.
“They” is y’all, and y’all are crazy.
It is neither easy nor fun.
And you better get to clickin’ when I share it so I can recoup my $300.
Yes, I’m serious.
I’m a writer, not a web designer, but to have a blog you have to be both, plus a photographer, a marketing executive, & a minor in computer programming is advised.
So I’m irritated & frustrated & I start to cry because I’ve accomplished not one thing I’ve set out to do today, & I can’t concentrate on my book that I should have had the review turned in for at the absolute LATEST last Sunday, so I decide to decorate the tree we purchased Monday as the county turned into an inferno. It’s stood naked in the corner all week.
Christmas lights. The absolute WORST idea when you’re already mad.
So then I’m that much more upset because how ridiculous am I that I’m aggravated about untangling Christmas lights & setting up my blog when people in this county have NOTHING FROM THEIR FORMER LIFE. In some cases, no life at all.
So then I’m crying so hard I can’t breathe, so I did what I do.
I picked up my phone, not my laptop, & blurted out my crazy to my Facebook FRIENDS, but I’m tempted to make it public so they know I’m not a saint. I’m just another overwhelmed Volunteer State hillbilly.
I have lots of things to say about yesterday. I plan to open a blog today to get it all out of me, & will share the link as soon as I have it.
For now, it will have to be enough for me to say that the outpouring of generosity from ALL OVER AMERICA is something special. I moved chicken cages with a local friend, Donna Parton, a teenager from Georgia, & two guys from Knoxville. One of them had a broken arm but he was still helping.
I moved hay that was donated by a man from Jamestown with one of my old co-workers. His wife has manned the fairgrounds tirelessly since the county made the decision to open it to displaced animals.
Thank you David Majors for answering my tears & pleading with a MUCH NEEDED fork machine. And Gary was a welcome sight.
Thank you Co-op. It’s good to know people in the right places. Thank you Leanne Anke for taking the evacuated horses back to their home on your day off.
Thanks to the businesses who are donating their people, their products, & their dollars towards this catastrophic incident. Food City had sent a tractor trailer full yesterday, Borden Dairy another, & I didn’t catch the names of several others in & out.
I spoke with a gentleman at the Rescue Squad that Lisega (the new factory on Dumplin Valley Road in Kodak) had sent on their dime to work. Lots of local restaurants are keeping these volunteers fed. And fed well–I saw Krispy Kreme boxes but somehow missed their contents. Cyndie and Kay I hope you can stay sane. If not, we can go decompress again. I’m always game for that.
I swept floors & moved tables & sorted supplies with people whom I was too busy to get their stories. We laughed & we cried & we worked.
I directed volunteers & people with donations & loaded a truck for a pregnant girl who had been sent to get dog food from a hotel with guests that had been through hell with their pets. I teared up again & again as people who didn’t look like they had a dime handed over bags of supplies & the occasional envelope.
I reunited with old customers of mine who were there to lend a hand.
We were all there to help & our hearts were of one purpose. It was good to be together & safe.
Show up somewhere today if you can. I don’t know what you’ll be doing, but it will change your life & your heart, I will promise you that.
~Sevier County Fairgrounds, 752 Old Knoxville Highway Sevierville
~Sevier County Rescue Squad, 1171 Dolly Parton Parkway, Sevierville
~old Boyds Bears location, 149 Cates Lane, Pigeon Forge
~The Barker Lounge/ Pets Without Parents might also appreciate volunteers.
~New Hope on 66, (2450 Winfield Dunn Parkway, Kodak) needs help sorting & delivering to Boyds Bears. They are not a part of the Red Cross effort & all supplies are staying in the county.
~Leconte Landing (where the news has been stationed, Teaster Lane) is being run by Red Cross I do believe.
Postscript: I laugh as I think of a comment I heard yesterday: “I guess the red cross knows where to have their next disaster.”
Yeah. It’s like that. And a lady I met with the Humane Society opened up to me a little & said she had a family member in another state that was willing to house horses. Of course I thanked her & ticked off five or six of my personal friends in the county who had already offered. She kinda cocked her head & smiled a little & said, “That’s right. Y’all take care of your own, don’t you?”
I stood a little prouder & smiled.
#smokiesstrong #proudtobeatennesseevolunteer
Wanna feel better about yourself? Here’s what I’ve done today:
Read twenty pages of my book. Borrrring.
Sprayed oven with cleaning kill-you-in-a-can chemicals.
Put out one box of Christmas decorations before calling it quits. I’ve decided I don’t feel up to dusting this holiday season. (Don’t worry, I’m still participating in Christmas, just not on as grand a scale as we’re all accustomed). Wondered why Pandora was so long in the making. I believe it’s one of the best things to come into my life, ever.
Had a two lively conversation with two old friends.
Ate one platter full of leftovers.
Retired to couch.
Wondered how it got to be three o’clock with me not accomplishing jack squat.
Bought a piece of Lularoe. A navy Sarah. It proved to be quite elusive in the finding.
Played the addictive game “Two dots” until I ran out of lives. That’s the only reason I’m on here now, I can’t play any more. I even watched the three musketeers video to get a bonus life.
Wonder if elves will come clean my oven if I take a nap.
Now. Don’t y’all feel productive with all your running around?
J went to Nashville today for a good deed. I stayed home to decorate for Christmas in comfortable pants. I totally forgot the whole reason I got married was to have a boy around to carry all these mega heavy storage containers up thirteen stairs. #ithinkilljustlayheretillhegetsback
This wasn’t really long enough to merit a blog post, but it was pretty funny, and, as I recall, true. I have mega decorations in casket sized totes.
Mothers teach us all sorts of things. From the very beginning, they’re teaching us nonstop. They teach us how to walk, how to feed ourselves, how to treat the dog. As we grow older, the lessons get more complicated from the simple “No!” to how to read, write, & tie our shoes. We recognize danger, thanks to the values instilled at every turn (lots of treacherous stuff out there in the world). Before long, the complicated life decisions over which friends are suitable & what grades are passable are upon us. (Although Sevier County School Systems deem a “C” passable, the school of Jody did NOT). We might have to have several lessons more than once.
We learn when to push our luck & when to say I’m sorry. They show us unconditional love.
My mother decided to teach me about Indians early on.
The only thing that separated our house from the school was our cow pasture & pine thicket. The band practiced relentlessly throughout the summer & when we were outside together, the drums would beat ominously & I would shiver & shake with the resonating thumps. Of course I asked my momma what it was.
“The Indians are coming to get you,” she answered solemnly every time. This never failed to send me running back into the house, lest the Indians thunder in on their painted horses & scoop me up & carry me away.
That’s not all momma taught me about the Indians. Upon discovery of my belly button, I stuck my finger in it (duh) & asked what it was, like all kids do.
Now, I don’t know how many mothers will go into the facts of life right then & there, but my mother did not.
“That’s where the Indian shot you,” she explained.
My mother had effectively taught me to be terrified of Indians.
Now, for those of you who know her, know that my mother touts her Cherokee heritage regularly (she is as dark skinned as I am fair. I’m reasonably sure I fell off the turnip truck & she took pity on me). Mom has always loved the village just across the mountain. I was about five years old the first time she ever took me. I don’t remember much about the visit, but there is a photograph that was taken for posterity. I’m there, in front of a teepee, in my little blue velour short set showing my chubby knees, with my fists pressed to my eyes, quite clearly squalling my heart out. There is a somber “Chief” behind me, decked out in his finest orange & yellow feather headband, clearly at a loss at what to do with this child who seems to be sure she is facing certain death.
I don’t know what all mistakes other parents make but I’d say mom had second thoughts that day about why she told me what she had about the drums & my belly button.
It’s not easy being a mom.
Especially when you’re mine, & anything you do is liable to be written about for all the Facebook world to see.
On your BIRTHDAY!!!!!!
Happy Birthday mom. Sorry you had to work all day. Maybe someday I’ll sell all these stories from my childhood & we can put you on a boat so big you won’t even know you’re on the water. Until then, we’ll just have to keep on keepin’ on.