Sad Post

We have a wonderful, competent and compassionate veterinarian. He comes to our home, which costs more than a clinic visit, but this has been far less stressful on our pets. But we won’t be seeing him anymore. We had our cat Snaps put to sleep on Monday. It was a hard decision, he’d been going downhill lately, but had been cheerful through it all. But he seemed depressed lately and in pain some of the time, and . . . well, not himself.

He sat calmly on my lap while getting a sedative, then lay down after a minute and then lost consciousness. The vet administered the anesthetic and in about two more minutes, he was gone. No fuss, no struggle, painless.

This is probably the hardest part of owning a pet; they don’t live as long as we do and so sooner or later it comes to this. He was a good cat, friendly, loving and cooperative, though he had severe digestive problems all his life. We’re not sure how old he was, we got him as an adult from a friend who had acquired him as an adult. We figure he was probably about fourteen. In the midst of all the sorrow, there’s also a sense of relief. No more vomit on the carpets, no more thoroughly disgusting litter box. No more strange loud cries in the night, or cold, wet nose on the face at three a.m. by a lonely cat. No more expensive vet visits and prescription cat food.

But no more purring snuggles.

We had long ago agreed he was our last cat and we intend to stick to that decision. But oh, my dear sweet orange cat, I’ll miss you.

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Three Goals, One Met

I went to a golf driving range on Sunday and discovered that I can hit a ball without falling down. But I lost so much muscle during my illness that my best “drive” is less than thirty yards. I’ll keep working on that. My goal is to play a round of par-three, nine-hole golf by the end of summer.

Another goal is to finish my needlework project of a skeleton dancing happily through a graveyard. It’s close to done; if I can get it finished by August 9, I can enter it at our State Fair. I know I can finish the stitching, but how to get it “finished,” that is, framed by the deadline? Finishers need several weeks lead time – and we’re within range of that as of right now. If I can’t get it done, I’ll enter it next year. It’s coming out great!

Oh, and for a goal realized, go to and look for Minnesota Vice by Ellen and Mary Kuhfeld, hot off the press. (Searching for Monica Ferris finds it, too.) It’s a collection of previously published short crime-fiction stories we wrote individually and collectively. Price is a very reasonable $2.99.


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In The Swim

I’m back at water aerobics! I met with a physical therapist at Courage Kenny last week and after a thorough exam, she had me come back the next day to try exercises in the pool. It’s Olympic size, flat bottomed with a step down from three and a half to four and a half feet, then to five and a half, then to six and a half; heated to about ninety degrees – heaven! I discovered, to my delight, that I can do the cross-country ski, jumping jacks, and other movements, and so signed up for classes. One problem: they are not covered by my medical insurance.

I went to my first class on Friday – greeted joyously some old friends (I’d been doing water aerobics for years at Courage) and as I was leaving around 8 am, I saw a coyote moving smoothly across a grassy area between a street and the driveway into Courage Kenny’s parking lot. There were a few other cars around, and he ignored them until I cut into the connection to the street, right in front of him. He dodged and trotted back the way he’d come. He was looking healthy, his coat full and tail bushy, unlike most of the coyotes I’ve seen in videos. I thought at first he was somebody’s mixed-breed dog, but no, on second look, it was a coyote. Big, erect ears, narrow eyes, tail carried down, coat medium-long and a mixed tan and brown color, nice springy trot, no eye contact. I like seeing deer and raccoons in the city, but I feel a little less welcoming towards coyotes. I hope nobody’s feeding him.

Romance Times had a great review of the forthcoming Knit Your Own Murder. By the way, do any of you know of a needlework shop in your area that might be interested in hosting a signing? By “your area,” I mean someplace not too distant from my own Minnesota, as I’m still not up to driving to California or Texas or Maryland. Nebraska would be good, or North Dakota, or Illinois. I’m already scheduled for Once Upon A Crime on August 6 at noon, Excelsior Bay Books on August 13 at 1 p.m., at The Mystery Bookstore in Omaha on August 20, and Beans and Books Coffeehouse in Shawano, Wisconson, Sept. 6 (time not yet determined).

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Behold! A review!

(Hope Romantic Times doesn’t mind my copying this ….)

Knit Your Own Murder

The knitting pattern is Betsy’s beloved Sophie. You can get a larger look at her on the cover of Knitting Bones, but if you like to knit you will wind up with a Sophie in three dimensions!


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Truth and Consequences

The most amazing thing has happened. Back in 2006 my book Sins and Needles was published. It involved the search by an adoptee for her biological family. It was inspired by a relatively trivial incident in which Tanya, a new friend of mine, was coming to a party and I, seeing her coming up the walk with the setting sun behind her, thought she was an old friend. Tanya was adopted and searching for her biological mother. When I told her of the mistake, the resemblance, it made her wonder if my old friend was not, perhaps, a blood relative (she wasn’t, but in the book she was). I mentioned Tanya in my Acknowledgements.  Later that year, Tanya came with me to the State Fair and I took a silly picture of her and another friend and posted it on my web site.

Someone doing a search for a lost sister knew Tanya’s name. A link popped up to my web site in connection with Sins and Needles, and she contacted me with an inquiry: Could she and Tanya be siblings?  She’d found the silly picture, too, and thought there was a family resemblance.  I thought that to be an extremely long shot, but I forwarded her email to Tanya. Upshot: Tanya spoke with her biological mother by phone on July 3, and is going to go see her in August. Tanya has found her mother and two sisters.

You never know what real-life consequences will happen when you write a story.  Tanya had given up her search, the only link to her out there was my book and that picture. My fingers and toes are still tingling, Tanya is a mess of tears and laughter.

I’m getting quite a big mixed flock of birds coming for peanuts. It started, you remember, with one crow calling from outside my window early one morning. We’re up to six crows now, and three blue jays. And two or three squirrels and numerous sparrows, who eat the crumbs. It’s interesting to watch behaviors. The hatchling – I call him that, though he’s full grown – still begs his mother (I assume, maybe it’s his father, and maybe the hatchling is female) to share her peanut. She pecks at him, but he persists. When a crow is after a peanut, he lands across the street and approaches in a wide curve, looking furtively from side to side. He’ll grab it and either fly away or take it back across the street to peck it open. A jay on the other hand, lands beside a peanut, scoops it up, and flies off, all in one swift move. The other morning there was a red-winged blackbird in the mix, who didn’t seem to know what he was doing there. The sparrows love it when a passing car mashes a nut so they can eat the remains; they can’t open a peanut unaided.  In less than half an hour, the peanuts I have thrown are all gone – I don’t throw a lot; I don’t want to attract mice or rats.  I watch it all from my third-floor balcony.

Last night’s fireworks display was, as usual, spectacular.   There were some new varieties and colors (pastels!), and it was very satisfying. The part is right next door to our building, so no search for parking and fighting traffic to get there, just a brief walk carrying our folding chairs. We had five guests for a pre-fireworks supper of hot dogs, potato salad, and watermelon, so it was really nice.

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I Fell and Couldn’t Get Up

More bad news. I fell this past Saturday. I was going to my writers’ group’s monthly meeting – which I’d been missing for a long time – and while climbing the steps to a front porch, tumbled over the side and fell perhaps three or four feet. The ground was hard and I think there was a half-buried rock. And there was the sharp edge of a blacktop driveway which my head struck, and split. Not a big cut as it turned out, but blood simply poured out. I was never unconscious but was very dizzy; I looked up and saw the treetops just whizzing past. The homeowner came rushing down and knelt beside me and said “Don’t move, I’m calling 911.” When he stood up, the knee and downward on his trousers was bloody, which made me stop arguing with him that I was okay. Other members of the group came out to commiserate and very quickly there was a siren. They took me by ambulance to Abbott Northwestern’s emergency room, where all this mess began back in March, so it was sadly familiar. I had an MRI – negative, no concussion – my hair was cleaned and the injury glued shut. I was told to go home, rest and try not to fall again. I am trying hard to follow instructions.

I had Ellen take a picture of my bloody, matted hair, but it’s so gross I will spare you all.

Yesterday in the mail I got a slender album of pictures and history of my father’s side of the family dating from the Civil War. It’s the work of Linda Ewebank, a cousin, and it’s beautiful, informative, awesome. Makes me kind of sad I have no children to leave it to.

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Hen and Chicks

I drove on Monday!  No problems at all. Parking lot, side streets, main streets, freeway – no problem. It was so great, I got my freedom back. No more annoying others for rides, no more not asking for rides because I don’t want to be annoying. Hurrah!

It had been suggested that I go to a licensed facility to be tested before driving, but when I called a recommended number – not the state licensing bureau, but a medical facility – I was told the testing took FOUR HOURS, three of which included cognition tests, sanity tests, coordination testing, a physical, etc. Then another hour (!) behind the wheel. Plus, it cost $400 – which was not covered by my insurance! I didn’t go. That kind of testing must be for someone who has had her license taken away, possibly after a stay in an asylum. Or prison. My license is secure in my wallet, was never even threatened by removal, and a long way from ordinary renewal.

So Ellen had a doctor’s appointment way up in the northern suburbs and I rode along so we could pull into a dying mall with lots of open spaces where nobody was parking. We had taken my car. I got behind the wheel and discovered my knee in no fashion interfered with my movement from gas pedal to brake. Ellen yelled “Stop!” at one point as a test and I slammed on the brakes instantly. See? No problem. So I drove us home. We stopped at a favorite clothing store and I found out my new dress size (I’m down three sizes!), and I bought a new blouse. It’s a store for plus sized women, and they have had a problem all summer getting their smallest size, which is what I’m wearing now, and sometimes those were too big. So not many choices – but I was so pleased to find I take their smallest size, I wasn’t annoyed.

My tower of flowers is having problems. The “vining geraniums” aren’t vining and the two smaller pots at the top have both had their petunias fade and die. I filled the pots with Miracle Gro soil left over from last year, and maybe that wasn’t a good idea. I replaced one small-pot plant with another petunia, but the top pot, which gets the heat of the sun badly, I bought a hen-and-chicks plant for.  Almost a cactus, it can take the heat.  It’s a really pretty specimen of a succulent – here’s a picture of it. Note the hen has only one chick.

Hen With Chick

The writing is still coming along slowly, but I can feel the juices stirring, and I think things will open up dramatically pretty soon. I sure hope so, it’s so frustrating to sit and stare at what little I’ve written and be unable to add to it.

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