by J. M. Mason
I think it’s because we’re looking forward to eighteen more years. I still find myself in positions that I fall into from ignorance and my curiosity.
One beautiful thing about being of the age to not be required to have children, we get to spoil the living daylights out of each other as we spoil our grandchildren so much that their parents don’t want to take them home, maybe, we need to cool it on the spoiling of the grandchildren. There are now four of the little guys, all boys.
We haven’t felt the need to sit on the front or back porch and rock back and forth in our rocking chairs. There’s so much in life to keep us out of the rocking chairs. Our bones creak and groan, but we keep on going together.
Happiness is made by two or more individuals, as is unhappiness. I choose to be happy every day, no matter what happens. Zac is the best person who has come into my life, and I’m thankful for Jenny and John for seeing we were meant for each other.
All I can do to help anyone seeking the right mate for them is to wish you all luck and just go with the flow and roll with the punches. Set the scene as you can along the way. However, the most important thing is to be kind to yourself so that you can be nice to someone else. Who knows, Mr. or Ms. Right may be sitting across the room from you right this minute. LOOK UP!
THE END (NOT YET)
Even though this book is a work of fiction, many of the events come from silly things in my life. This is what I know, so I used many things and inflated them. The first restaurant scene was actually something that happened decades apart and while doing my job. I just put two parts together to make one.
I spilled coffee in the lap of a customer in a café and did begin to sop it up with a cleaning cloth. He pushed my hand away and hurried to the bathroom.
Spilling a pitcher of fresh ice water into the groin of a patient and grabbing the ice off his appendage made for an embarrassing moment for both of us and his military friends. However, his military friends laughed at us, because the patient couldn’t get away from my hands. It ended well.
The second scene did happen; however, it wasn’t on a date. It did make for a fun date, too bad I didn’t get to experience it. I still don’t know why anyone would need a flavored condom and I really don’t want to know. Ignorance is bliss.
I don’t like to promise something and not deliver. There is one place that isn’t complete. Grandpa taught me as a girl how to blow my nose like a cowboy. That was great when we were out and about playing on the farm, however we learned church wasn’t the place to perform this talent ever, as Grandma pointed out frequently about most things taught to us by Grandpa.
Shortly after Grandpa taught us how to blow our nose without a hanky, Grandma took us to church. In the summer we all had different levels of allergies and had runny noses, however we had to rely on handkerchiefs instead of tissues.
Grandma gave us each a hanky while we were sitting in church but took them back, to put into her purse to take home to wash so they could be used again, when the preacher finished talking.
Church was dismissed and Grandma was talking to the preacher. I kept pulling on the sleeve of her jacket trying to gain her attention as she kept swatting me away. I needed a hanky to blow my nose as she taught me, it was becoming desperate.
When she continued to ignore me, my nose had mucous running under my nose along my upper lip. I had no choice but to turn my head on the side, with my index finger against one of my nostrils and I loudly blew, propelling the clear liquid toward the ground at the feet of the preacher, unfortunately the fluid landed with a splat on top of his shiny black shoes instead of the ground.
Grandma was shocked, embarrassed and apologized profusely for my actions. I didn’t use this method of blowing my nose again until I was an adult, hunting for elk. Even then I was afraid of Grandma’s wrath. I got the switch when I got home after church that day. Those things sting like a son-of-a-gun.
While my description of Stella isn’t really me, many of the characteristics are me. I don’t scratch in public and I don’t lean back in my chair with my legs spread. That is someone I loved as a dear friend who passed many years ago.
I don’t think Grandma ever recovered from my un-lady-like actions that I did while in public, yet due to her dismay, I made it to adulthood with the knowledge if the need arises, I can always blow my nose.
Thank you for reading this book. I had fun writing it. Please leave me a review.
OK NOW I’M DONE
About the Author
J.M. Mason grew up in the mountains of Colorado, the desert of Utah and New Mexico, and the plains of Kansas. She currently lives in Wyoming as a retired Registered Nurse. She has described herself as a slow bloomer. She was a three-time high school dropout and had the privilege of graduating with the class of 1978. She went on to become a Registered Nurse in 1990. Angels in My Tree is a result of the years of repeating so many things to only fail again and again. At the ripe old age of seventy-one, she finally put her thoughts on paper in hopes that others may benefit from her experiences. Besides her memoir, she also writes in the fantasy genre; this is her first romantic comedy.
Research Resources
Ratio of men to women: https://knowledgecenter.csg.org/kc/women-out-number-men-all-nine-states
Matchmaking: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matchmaking
Rodney Atkins: https://www.songfacts.com/lyrics/cleaning-this-gun-come-on-in-boy
Brassier: https://www.thoughtco.com/history.history-of-the-brassier-1991352
Garter Belt: https://vintagedancer.com/1950’s/1950’s-lingerie
Online Dating: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timeline_of_online_dating_services
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