Thursday, June 28, 2012

Travelers Rest - A Book Review

Travelers Rest by Ann Tatlock is my first review for Bethany House.  Before I do the review, though, I have to say a few words about Bethany House and their excellent customer service and compassion.

I signed up to start doing reviews for them back in November 2011 and shortly before I got shipped my first two books to review, my mother-in-law died.  The books came and I thought I would have a chance to get them read, but then a month later my father-in-law died so it was a very difficult time, plus Christmas, plus son was going to be moving back home at the end of January. I realized the middle part of January that there was no way I was going to get the books read and a review written within Bethany House's suggestions of having it done within 3-4 weeks of getting the books. I emailed them and explained the situation, said I would send the books back.

They responded totally gracious, said they understood. Said to keep the books or give them to someone else who might be interested about them, just not to sell them. I sent the books to Lynda who is a librarian for her church. I was just impressed with how understanding Bethany House was and how compassionate they were. Now months later when things have settled down a bit, I am honored to have a chance to review Travelers Rest from Bethany House.

Now on to the review.

Travelers Rest by Ann Tatlock is her ninth novel, but the first one I have read.  As part of reviewing it for Bethany House and putting a review of it on my blog and a major consumer site, I was provided a free copy of the book.

The story fascinated me when I read a synopsis of it on the Bethany House web site. Jane, one of the three main characters in the book, is engaged to Seth, another main character, who was a carpenter before he went to Iraq to serve his tour of duty. Unfortunately, he doesn't return physically the same way he left for Iraq and has a life altering injury. The story starts with Jane going to visit Seth in the VA hospital he is at shortly after he returns stateside after the injury. She is willing to continue the relationship and plans to get married, but due to the extent of his injuries, he does not want her to feel obligated to do so and basically did not want her to come to see him.

Over the course of the book, she comes to meet other people that are involved at the VA Hospital, including Truman, a veteran who lives at the facility there, who is haunted from an event that happened years ago in the town called Travelers Rest involving the woman he was engaged to and Jon-Paul, a blind lawyer with a talent to play the piano, whose sister works at the VA Hospital, who comes to play the piano at times before he has lunch with his sister.

We come to find the story behind the event that has haunted Truman for so many years and Jane realizes her family has a connection with the family of the woman Truman had been engaged to. Through a series of events, he is finally able to get closure years later. Meanwhile, Jane is still very unsure about what to do with her relationship with Seth and is trying to figure out what to do. She prays, waiting for God to answer it.

On a trip to Travelers Rest, where Jane is taking Truman years later to confront his past, the answer to Jane's dilemma about what to do about Seth is given in a way she did not quite expect. The book ends with an epilogue a few years later that wraps up what happened after that particular situation and ties up all loose ends.

My thoughts. It was a great story, a good plot. Well written and easy to read. The words flowed and it kept my interest. I was so curious to read the last few pages of the book to see how it all ended but resisted doing so, wondering what would happen. It did end a bit predictable.

I have to say though and this is going to be hard to write without giving too much away about the story. An event in one of the last few chapters of the book had me stop and question it. The book does not over talk faith. It is implied that the main characters, especially Seth and Truman, do have a faith and that Jane is still searching for one. There are not lots of scriptures quoted, in fact hardly any. But Jane has a dream one night after she is talking to Truman about love and in that dream they are reenacting a bit of communion like one would do at church with the breaking of bread representing Jesus' body and wine representing his blood. Though I know why that particular chapter was written in regards to the story, it doesn't really tie in completely with anything else in the story and one reading it who does not have a faith or does not know the significance of communion, it would be confusing as it was not clearly written or explained and merely implied. I felt it should have either been left out of the story or gone into more of a detail.

Other than that, I would definitely recommend the book and believe the rest of the story is a plausible one and would make one understand the struggle a couple would have if faced with such a dilemma like they had after Seth's service to our country.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

bank mishaps

So son's payday was last week for his two jobs of auto detailing and valeting. The same person owns both companies, but has them as separate entities.  For some reason, the check for valeting bounced. Imagine his surprise when he went online to check his balance and saw that he was overdrawn and it wasn't his fault (this time). So he had to call the employer, who profusely apologized, son drove down to the shop, got another check plus the fee his bank charged for the insufficient funds check.

I told him maybe he might want to take the check to his employer's bank and just cash it, just in case..... , especially since he was going to be out of town for a few days.  So he tried that, only to find out to cash it, since son didn't have an account there, would cost $7.00. He declined; they checked the account and said there were sufficient funds to cover the check so he deposited it in his regular checking account.

Got me to thinking about banking in the "good old days". Growing up, my mom banked at Bank of America. They literally had banking hours, open 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. but would stay opened later on Fridays. They had walk up window that opened at 9 a.m. just in case you had to take care of business before the bank opened.

Somewhere along the way, drive up windows became popular and was a godsend for moms with young children. They could do their banking business and not have to haul the kids with them inside the bank building. And there was the added benefit if the teller saw there were kids in the car, she would send lollipops back with the banking business. And it she saw a dog, a dog cookie. Banking in Montana was a favorite thing for Koda; remember corgis don't forget food sources. He would always eagerly show himself at the window while I drove through the drive up window so he could get his treat. He was never disappointed.

Then ATM machines were invented and they were all over the place. Remember the days when they were free, even if you didn't have an account at that bank?

Nowadays banks are in grocery stores. You can bank online. You can have your paycheck directly deposited to your account. You can transfer money from one account to another online. I haven't seen a walk up window or a drive up window in years here where we live.

Heck, I haven't been in a bank in a few years myself. I either take care of things online or through the ATM machine and I get my paycheck directly deposited.  Its kind of weird, isn't it? I'm sure that has led to the demise of some teller jobs.

Banking sure has changed in a few short years.

What about you? When was the last time you were in a bank?

Sunday, June 24, 2012

guess what was for dinner.....

Any guesses what was for dinner tonight?

                                                             here are a few clues

                                                          yep, chicken stir fry; delicious

                                                      served with white rice and cantaloupe

Then we took a walk down by the marina where we like to walk Koda; got some great new pictures of benches with views (see new header picture).

This was an oops picture. I was trying to turning the camera on; the button to take the picture is right by the on/off button. I snapped the picture right when the camera came on, LOL.

I kind of like our shadows.

If you look hard enough you can see one of Koda's ears in the bottom of the picture.

His shadow makes him look bigger than he is, LOL.

I hope you all had a great day today. We did. Good service at church, helped out with children's church, took Koda for his car ride (remember he is spoiled) and then the favorite part of a Sunday afternoon, a nap.....except the little stinker (Koda) he kept woofing at me when I was sleeping; he was right by where I was sleeping on the couch and would just woof when I would look at him.......Not sure why he was doing that, maybe he wanted me to play with him?

And then of course dinner that was delicious and a walk and now onward to a new week.

May it be a good one for you and yours!

Friday, June 22, 2012

heard at the park today

So I'm walking Koda at the park this evening. There are two little girls on the playground equipment. They look over at him and start to laugh; not mean laugh, happy laugh, surprised laugh to see a dog with short legs like he has.

One says to the other "wow, a weiner dog mixed with a German shepherd".

I had to laugh.

Hadn't heard that one before. Usually kids will say something about "look at the cute puppy" or "how cute" or "how sweet" but this was a new one for me.

I said "no, he's a corgi; that is a dog breed".

They said "oh, sorry".

I said "its okay, he is meant to have short legs". And we keep walking.

I think the funniest thing anyone ever said was one time we were walking where we used to live in Laguna Niguel in Orange County. I wrote about it one of my previous journals.

We are walking by this house and two little girls come out, obviously on their way to school. One little girl looks at the other and says.......

"Oh my gosh......there's a beagle........"

Five years later I still chuckle when I remember the look on her face and the way she proudly announced what kind of dog Koda was.

(above picture was taken about seven years ago when we lived in Montana in our back yard, the sprinkler was on at the time :)

This picture was taken this past March. Notice the difference in his forehead coloring? When he was younger, he was all black fur between his ears; as he grew he became the color he is now; he is known as a tri-colored redhead Pembroke Welsh Corgi.

I'm glad he became a redhead; I like that look better than the black fur.

Thursday, June 21, 2012


This is what happens when you try to take a picture of a corgi on a bench with a view. You neither get a good picture of the corgi and forget the view. The bench came out somewhat okay.

This is just snippets of what's going on. Not much to really write about.  Actually, I have a few things floating around in my head, just haven't taken the time to write them.

My new blog header picture is from a man-made lake here in East Lake, which is part of Chula Vista where I live, but they don't like being part of Chula Vista so they call themselves East Lake. It is about five miles from where I live.  It was just built up within the past 20-25 years; actually I love the area. It used to be basically just canyons, now it is houses and businesses and stores and schools and a man-made lake. Have a confession here, we aren't really supposed to be walking around that lake since it belongs to a home owner's association..........I know.......but it is really pretty there. We don't go there too often. Twice. We did see another corgi there, same color as Koda, but fatter, if that is even possible.

I try to look for pictures of benches with views to add to my journal. I see a lot when I don't have my camera or I can't get to the place to take the picture. I plan to take a day off sometime this summer and just go to all those places and snap the pictures.

Alleluia! Mandatory overtime has been reduced two days a week; we don't have to work it on Wednesdays and Thursdays, at least for the time being. Still have to the other five days if its part of our shift. But its a start, so I'm grateful. What will I do with that extra hour? Blogging seems to come to mind.

Son quit his job delivering pizza, which was a good thing because there's been a few robberies of pizza delivery drivers here. He's working instead as a valet for the company he auto details for. He loves it. Works Friday and Saturday nights in addition to the three days he works auto detailing.  He's lost weight since he started valeting with all the running. Maybe I need to become a valet.........

June and September are our family's birthday months; we have three in June and five n September. None in July (yet) or February (yet).  January is hubby's mom and she's no longer here, May is my mom and she's no longer here. Otherwise the other months are covered.  So we're going out to celebrate nephew's birthday Saturday; a niece celebrated yesterday, hubby celebrated earlier in the month.

According the to Mayan calendar, if you believe it (I don't) the world is supposed to end 12/21/2012. Six months from today. I sure hope not. I kind of like that day.

Of course only God knows when the world will end. So I'm not worried.

Just going to throw this out and close with it. I've not been as tired as I've been in a bit and not much has changed so if anyone has been praying for me to get good rest and not to be tired, thanks, God's been answering those prayers. Thanks God.

Have great weekends!! Go out and enjoy the start of summer!!!!

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Wildflowers from Winter - Book Review

For Blogging for Books through Waterbrook, I chose Wildflowers from Winter by Katie Ganshert

This is the first book I have read authored by Katie Ganshert, who writes stores about finding faith and falling in love.  In this book, she definitely kept to her theme in a truly delightful story to read.

You can take a sneak preview here and read chapter one of the book and I guarantee the book will catch your interest from the very beginning that you will want to keep reading.

Bethany Quinn, the main female character in the book, tried to drown herself when she was 12 years old. That is how the story begins with her recollection of it but we do not find out why she tried to until later on in the book. What we do learn as we continue to read the story is that she was very eager to leave the town she grew up in, the Peaks, and to basically never return to it after she turned eighteen, to put her past behind her, including her best friend from the time, Robin.

Ten years later, a successful architect living in Chicago, very close to the Peaks, she is confronted with her past through a series of tragedies that has her returning to the Peaks and reuniting with her best friend who is dealing with the sudden, unexpected death of her young husband. Intermixed with this is Bethany's beloved grandfather who passes on during this time and leaves her and his farm hand, turned friend, his farm, she gets left a portion of it, the farm hand, Evan, gets left another portion of it.

As the story develops, Bethany is torn with what to do with the farm, her career that she depended on came to an end, a relationship she had in Chicago comes to an end too, she is left with lots of questions what to do, a nonexistent faith in God and haunted by events from her past. Ms. Ganshert weaves the story together intricately, a bit predictable, but with everything working out well at the end with Bethany coming to discover her faith and to start her own relationship with God.

I enjoyed the book very much. It did catch my interest from the first page and held it through the rest of the book. The story carried the struggles of life, indecision, wonder, doubt, sadness, grief, hope, joy, peace, love interwoven with the main characters in the book. I found myself crying over the events in the last few chapters of the book, but when I finished the last paragraph, there was much resolution in the story and much hope ahead, perhaps even of a sequel down the road.

All in all, a very good read; I would recommend it highly.

I received this book for free from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group for this review.

Saturday, June 16, 2012


I have enjoyed reading a lot of entries today about people's dads in anticipation of celebrating Father's Day tomorrow.  There were so many wonderful stories out there about dads' love, dedication, commitment, faithfulness to their family; I was touched by them all.

This is a picture of my mom and my dad on their wedding day, May 2, 1953.

I never knew my dad. As many of you know, he died when I was 18 months old, on July 1, 1959, leaving behind my mom, a widow at age 38 with three young children almost 5 years old, almost 3 years old, and me, 18 months old. He was 39 years old.

He's my dad; I know he is because his name is on my birth certificate and will be on my death certificate. He is the one that God chose to be my dad. I believe I'll see him one day in heaven.

I think he was a good man. After all, my mom loved him dearly with all her heart, he was her one true love. She never dated or remarried after he died.

I have the stories my mom told of him. I know he loved me.

I know I'm not the only one that grew up without a dad, war takes dads away from their children, a lot of times even before the child is born; accidents have a way of doing that too, sickness, illness, etc.

When I was younger and not as wise, I thought when I died the first thing I would ask God is why he allowed my dad to die so young. But I'm older and wiser and know God had a purpose and a plan, even though it didn't make sense at the time and even though I may never know what that plan or purpose is this side of eternity. For whatever reason, he allowed it and I can accept that these days.

I have to say, the Bible says a lot about God having a special heart for the widow and the fatherless. I can truly attest to that. We didn't have much, but we had all that we needed; God did provide and provided so much and for that I am grateful.

What I know about my dad is he was born in 1920 in Poland. He was in the Polish Army. When Hitler invaded Poland, the army was put in war camps so my dad spent the war in a war camp. He contracted some type of a lung condition there that would eventually be part of his demise years later.

He emigrated to the United States after the war, he was sponsored by his cousins. He settled in the Western Pennsylvania area and worked in the steel mills.

He was in his early 30s when he met my mom. He was known as a Casanova for his good looks and my mom was surprised that she caught his attention. She didn't think she was beautiful enough for him, but she was in so many different ways, not just physically but she had the kindest of hearts. She thought she would be an old maid, she was almost embarrassed to be a bride at the age of 32. Of course God had plans that did not include her to be an old maid because three children would come from their union.

My dad would work the graveyard shifts at times. I know, from stories told, when he came home I would fetch his slippers for him to put on.

I don't know how it was to have a dad around me in my growing up years, going to class plays, helping with homework, guiding me through life, walking me down the aisle. My brother did that and did a mighty fine job.

I don't know what I missed because I don't know how it would have been because I never had it except for a mere 18 months of which I can't remember.

Yet I am glad he is my dad. I know God chose wisely and for that I am grateful.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Don't forget your coat......

Most of you know that son moved back in with us this past January after a year of being on his own. Mind you, he is 23 years old. It is fun having him back; he's more mature than he was when he left and carries himself with more confidence.  He lost a lot of that "its not cool to be around your parents" that he had when he was in his teens and shortly after high school and actually goes on walks with us with Koda, enjoys helping around the house, having dinner with us, etc. People have commented that they have enjoyed the relationships they have with their adult children and I can honestly say I do enjoy this stage, especially after those turbulent teen years.

We're still getting used to each other with him being here. He's a night owl, we are early birds (actually I'm the early bird, hubby would be a night owl if he didn't work hard not to be one) so often son is settling in for the night when we are getting up to go to the gym. He's pretty considerate when he comes home late, tries to be as quiet as he can. He cleans up after himself, does his own laundry, helps with chores around the house (okay have to admit we do pay him to do some around here, but it is a win-win situation in that things get done and he gets some spending money). He's about 30% on texting us if he's not going to make it home that night; we don't care (well we do but we don't ask) where he is at, but we do ask if he's not coming home to let us know so we don't wonder if something happened to him. He's still hit and miss about that (mostly miss).

I find myself though going back to those days when he was under 18 and I tend to mother him more than I should. Mind you, he lived a year on his own, kept his own schedule, fed himself, got himself to places on time, etc., but now that he is back under my roof, I'm thinking it is my responsibility to make sure he gets up in time for work (he's been doing a great job on his own without me). I fret and worry; will he get up? will he be late? (he did have a habit before of not getting up in time and always running late). Now he is up in plenty of time and out the door in plenty of time, but old habits and thoughts are hard to die so I'm always wondering, worrying, on the days he works.

Then I'm always saying "have you eaten today, are you hungry", "make sure you drink enough water" etc., etc., etc. Its hard to step back and not be the mom in charge.

It is also hard when he leaves to go some place and he calls "bye, love you" to not stop him and inquire "where are you going", "who will you be with" "what time will you be home" like I used to when he was under 18. Of course when I leave and he's still home, I always tell him where I'm going "to the store" "walking Koda" whatever and an approximate time I'll be back.

And I have to say there's been a few nights when he wasn't home when I thought he should be that I will lie awake and wonder "where the heck are you" and "what kind of trouble are you in" and wondering if the phone will ring with the police on the other end or the hospital emergency room. I pray and try not to worry, but I end up worrying much more than I should.....It is always with relief and a thanks to God when I hear his car pull in the driveway or him quietly opening the door. I know other parents I have talked to feel the same way with their young adult children. It is always easier when they didn't live at home to not worry as much as when they did live at home.
It is a delicate balance I play. I feign disinterest a lot when I'm so curious with what is going on with him, relationships, etc., yet I know if I ask him outright he'll clam up. I just have to wait until he talks and just trust in his judgment and of course trust in God.

So tonight he is heading out the door; I know he's out for a "night on the town" by how he is dressed. He says "going to go out to get a bite to eat". I say "have fun, be careful". He says "I will". It is a bit of a cool night here, he's in a tee-shirt and a pair of jeans.

So what do I say "think you'll be warm enough, should you take a coat with you??"........

I don't know, am I the only mom in such a situation that feels like this?

Sunday, June 10, 2012

sometimes I could cry

I'm  a crier. I "blame" my mom for this. I wrote about this before, but her due date for me was very close to Christmas, so when families and friends would ask her what she wanted for Christmas, the Christmas season she was pregnant with me, she would say "Tiny Tears". Tiny Tears was a doll that cried tears. Very popular back in the year 1957. Well a few days before Christmas she got her wish and her very own Tiny Tears was born.  And I haven't stopped crying since.

I cry at Hallmark commercials. I cry hearing Pomp and Circumstance on the TV; don't even ask me how it was to hear Pomp and Circumstance watching my children walk in at their high school graduations. I cry when I'm happy, I cry when I'm sad, I just cry. God stores all our tears, the Bible says it. I've said it before, there's a Lake Betty in heaven.....I look forward to seeing it.

I'm crying writing this post.

I am a crier. Is there a support group for such a person?

It doesn't matter, because I will always cry.

I found myself with tears welling up in my eyes today.

I volunteer in children's ministry at church. I used to volunteer every other week, but we had a change in children's ministry leaders amongst other changes and there left a gap in the schedule that needed to be filled by someone so I volunteered to step in and help weekly until such a gap could be filled. I have to tell you since I started doing this, I've really come to appreciate a Sunday afternoon nap.

We work with children ages three up to sixth grade. We all stay together for worship songs and the lessons and then break up into age appropriate groups, usually preschool to kindergarten, first to third grade, fourth to sixth grade. I take the first group, three year olds to kindergarteners. Usually the time we break up, we may do a craft, a science project, a game, but we can relate better at that point with a smaller group of similarly aged children.

Today while working at church, watching the children's minister interacting with the children, singing along with them, doing the motions to the songs, running around the room with the motions, a big smile on her face, shining God's love, after an exhausting week of running Vacation Bible School with over 50 kids in attendance, greeting kids that had come to the camp and now with their families were coming for the first time to our church, comforting a shy child, I was moved to tears. I had to contain myself, get a hold of myself, putting aside my emotions and smile broadly, singing along.

I am so blessed to work with such a Godly young woman. Children's ministry is hard work; trying to engage the young ones, trying to get volunteers, trying to keep things alive and relevant. She has a purpose, she has a plan, she has a faith, she prays, God answers, kids are hearing the good news of Jesus. Kids are singing, kids are sharing, kids are learning, kids are serving.

I'm crying typing this.

I am so blessed to work with Michelle. God's light is shining through her.

Matthew 18:5 And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.

Jesus is being welcomed at our abundantly week after week after week because of her faithfulness. Thank you Lord Jesus.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

I'm on strike

Usually I'm a pretty compliant person, follow rules, try to get along with people; try not to rock the boat so to speak, try to help out with this and that, a team player.

But lately, I've been on strike about a few things.

Overtime and work. Now mind you, this is overtime in addition to the overtime we are mandatorily mandated to do (I kind of like that phrase, mandatorily mandated). (Unfortunately, I don't think manditorily is a real word, it didn't pass spell check, but I still like it :) Since February 24th, more than a fourth of the year, but who is counting, we have been manditorily mandated (yes I think I'll use that phrase a few more times in this post) to work an additional hour of overtime on every day we are regularly scheduled to work. Supposedly they are working on hiring additional people to fill in the gaps of our schedules, but it takes time to recruit and to train; hmmmmmmmm over three months much more time do we need to train and recruit? I know I work in an intricate field, but still..... But I digress, as usual. In addition to the manditorily mandated overtime, there are some days that they want us to work more overtime if we can. I used to try to comply and help out since I know it is important to get the reports out, but lately after working 9-hour days, enough is enough. So a few weeks ago I arbitrarily decided no more overtime except for the manditorily mandated. I realized I was very tired from working over 50-hour weeks week after week after week. So I'm on strike.

I'm also on strike in regard to the clutter around the house. For those new to my blog, I'll sum it up in two sentences. January 2011 we moved into hubby's parents' house that was full of a lot of JUNK that we have been trying to clear out for the past 18 months. Oh, I did it in one sentence; I'm pretty proud of myself for that. Anyway, lately I'm on strike about trying to clear it out. Its technically not my stuff since it was hubby's parents' stuff, their house, and technically his house as he inherited it only in his name (technicality for tax purposes, to get it changed into both our names he would lose a good tax status that he has; don't ask me what happens if he dies before me and we are still living at this home; I think it will go into probate; I'm thinking I will probably walk around from it all then......). Anyway, I've been living with the clutter for over a year and I'm done with it. If hubby wants to deal with it and he does work on it slowly and surely, so be it, but I'm done with estate sales, trying to decide what to keep, what to give away, etc. I somehow think both hubby and his brother should be sharing equal responsibility in disposing of things since both shared in distribution of assets, but it seems to be one-sided on hubby's part in the disposing. He has trouble deciding what to get rid of, what to save and feels bad getting rid of things like old papers, etc., that really have no purpose these days. If he passes before me, it will be easy for me......dump it all and move on, but I don't have that say right now. So I'm on strike.

And then there's house cleaning. Used to clean the house faithfully weekly before we moved here. Did it pretty much on my own as a labor of love since hubby at the time had a stressful job and I figured if I got it done when I had the chance, we had more of a chance to spend time together and he could have more of a rest. Now the roles are reversed; he works about 10 hours a week; me 40 plus. He helps out with a load of laundry here and there and cooks every night we have dinner together, but has been hit and miss (mostly miss) on the house cleaning. Dust bunnies are multiplying here amongst other things. But I have no motivation to clean. This house really doesn't seem like my house; I'm having trouble feeling like it is "home" so I have no motivation to keep it clean. So I'm on strike.

However, I'm not on strike about giving Koda treats or blogging :)

And I suppose one day, like the majority of strikes, this one will get settled and I'll get off of the picket line and back to work and back to clutter and back to cleaning, but I don't see that happening any time soon.

What about you, anything you might want to be on strike about? Plenty of room on my picket line :)

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Skip Rock Shallows - Book Review

As part of the Tyndale Blogging Book Review, I picked Skip Rock Shallows by Jan Watson to read and review.  As part of receiving a free copy of the book, I agreed to read it in its entirely and to do a review of what I thought about the book on my blog; even if it was an unfavorable review of the book.

I had not read any of Ms. Watson's books before but I do believe this particular novel was her six one published. It is a fictional account of Lilly Gray Corbett who recently graduated from medical school and is just beginning her career as a physician.  That in itself is an accomplishment, but the story is not set in modern times, but in 1908 when it was not a popular thing for a woman to be a doctor. Add to it is the fact that she accepts a temporary assignment in a coaling mining town to hopefully add in her experience. The doctor she hoped she would train with dies before she gets to her assignment so she is now the doctor for the town.

As would be expected, she is not eagerly accepted in the town; the miners want nothing to do with her and especially don't want her to go into the mines which I think is a superstition on their part to have a women be in there. Over time she warms up to them and becomes more accepted within the community, especially as she uses the skills she trained for in her medical career. Also, it is discovered she is a cousin to one of the other families there, thus making her more accepted.

Lilly has a fiancee, another fellow doctor who decided to pursue his career in Boston. His intent is for her after she does her three month stint in Skip Rock Shallows to come and practice with him. That is her intent until she realizes she truly does love the people of the town, the challenges doctoring presents in such a town and a mysterious stranger she has a few encounters with in town that proves to be a significant part of her past history involved with a traumatic event she lived through as a child. 

Without giving too much away about the plot or any spoilers, I did enjoy the writing of the book, but it was very predictable in how it ended. Although there were some twists and turns in the plot, one could see that it would end the way it ended with Lilly making the choices she did on where she chose to further her career and live out her life.

Skip Rock Shallows is a book you could take with you to the beach on vacation, or on a plane, reading it in the airport or at a doctor's office where you would enjoy the story but you could still be aware of what is going on around you. It is light reading fiction. Something you could read while keeping an eye on the kids at the park or at the public pool.

It is Christian fiction and it does talk about faith and several scripture references, but it is not inundated with it so that if a nonbeliever or one not familiar with God would be uncomfortable reading it. It could also be a good starting point for someone interested in learning more about God to consider going to church or perhaps picking up the Bible to read.

I would recommend the book for light easy reading like I mentioned above. It is a good story, predictable like I said, but will hold one's interest as you read through the pages.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

you got to know the rules

As in every household, we have rules. They are pretty simple and at this point in our lives, it is usually things we do to respect each other's boundaries and opinions and each other.

For instance, clean up after yourself.  Change the toilet paper roll if it runs out on your shift (okay, that rule gets broken more than the others).

Don't make loud noise too late at night.

Call or text if you aren't going to come home that night (hmmmm another one that gets broken occasionally).

Don't leave wet clothes in the washer or dry clothes in the dryer (hmmmmm wonder who breaks that the most).

And of course the most important rule of all.

If you come home carrying plastic bags, you need to give the corgi a cookie.

I'm not too sure when it started but I know who (me) started it. We would come home from the grocery store with all the bags and as we were unpacking I would give Koda a cookie or two (or three or four, but who is counting, he certainly isn't).

As someone once said, a corgi never forgets a food source.

So over time, Koda learned to associate plastic bags mean a cookie. So when we walk in with any plastic bags, whether they be from the grocery store or the office supply store or whatnot, he expects a cookie.

He will stand in the kitchen by his treat drawer and wait. Somewhat patiently until he is rewarded for you bringing in a bag.

I got that rule down pat. I know, plastic bag, corgi treat. Hubby has it down pretty well too. 

Son.....well..... slow learner.......I can't tell you how many times I've gone back into the kitchen after son comes in with some plastic bags and Koda is still waiting.......

I've always been good about following rules........

(yes I've been known to give him a cookie even if it wasn't on my watch :)