I'm Just Me...

Once upo n a time there was a turkey,  one that I'd pick out with mom , The turkey was moist and delicious, but whose name was n o t said to be 'Tom.' Every Thanksgiving she'd say it, that it was time to go and  fillet it. Before that, Tom ran around every beginning, of Fall , trying to keep his head. He knew Turkey lover's abounded, w ith great dismay, he knew he'd be dead . He felt lying on a table, on a platter surrounded by fil ling, was a most unsuccessful outcome , for a turk ey accustomed  to thrilling. His hens he did lay, on bright chilly days, They'd cluck and they'd buck, and roll in the hay and afterwards, he woul d run away, The hens did lay his eggs, and then have to beg,  to have him come sit on the nest, so they could have a rest. Tom did what he did, and what he did was the best, but after T hanksgiving, he was just like the rest. He fed us our meal, and then his car cass to lay, as we turned ou r attention t...

  Okay. I know I've been absent for a few weeks, but , as with everyone else, life is busy, as usual. I won't bore you with al l th e tasks which begged for attention, and all the issues that have cropped up, but there is one very special task I've been tending to, which to me, is one of the most important of all, and that's my 'works in progress'! Yes. I said, " works ." I'm not going to share the title of these two books just yet . I'm not ready to fully unveil or disclose them at this time, but I'll tell you a bit about each, and, to the one which is a h umorous m emoir, I've given an acronym. And that is, 'TTITC ' . I know you don't understand what it stands for, and for now, that's okay, but I have no doubt that when the title is shared, you will enjoy it!   Let me start with the book that ha s the farthest t o go, and is taking the back burner temporarily, solely for the purpose of all o wing me time t...