This weekend I got to meet-up with some other book bloggers. I love meet-ups like this because I get to talk books for several hours non-stop. In the first photo above, you have Amy (My Friend Amy), Jill (Fizzy Thoughts), Other Jill (Rhapsody in Books) and yours truly. It was called BLAH which stands for Bloggers L.A. Happening and was the creation of Other Jill. Creative, huh?
In the second shot, you have the same players, minus Other Jill but including Florinda (3 R’s). Why couldn’t we get one pic with all of us? Because no one wanted to ask someone to take our picture. Anyway, we met for coffee at Barnes & Noble, did a little browsing and then headed over to The Cheesecake Factory for lunch. Of course afterward, there was more browsing but I didn’t buy a thing! I didn’t have to because Fizzy Jill brought me two books (Silver Sparrow and A Grown-Up Kind of Pretty) and then Other Jill brought me The Last Policeman and some tea, all the way from Ireland! Thank you ladies!
Do you see that floor above? That is concrete stain and that was a little project I was working on courtesy of Pinterest. The staining went well, but when I peeled off that blue tape that you see in the lower right corner of the photo, the stain seeped into the wall which meant that on July 4th, I found myself sprawled out on the floor, painting that trim.
Let me just say that painting at that angle totally screwed me up. I pinched my ulnar nerve which controls the last three fingers on my right hand and they are totally dead. No feeling, no control whatsoever which means typing is ridiculously hard. I am using voice to text when I can, but this means a number of things:
*I am not able to comment on a lot of the blogs I read right now because I have to preserve my hand for work, which allows me no rest at the moment.
*My Facebook posts will be shorter and don’t be surprised if you only see “likes” from me for awhile.
*Reviews may include more typos than I usually have (LOL). I try to catch them and I do in fact see them, but when the thought of clicking and backspacing is enough to make you cry, you learn to live with the typos.
I’ve talked to doctors and chiropractors and right now they are telling me to let it rest and I am doing hand exercises to see if the nerve will release itself. So far, the exercises haven’t helped much. Maybe a little.
As for reading, I am reading The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry and loving it. I am also reading Nesbo’s The Redbreast.
What are you reading?




