My First Actual Pair of Prescription Glasses.

     Well, at 64.5 years of age, I'm finally breaking down and getting my first-ever "real" pair of glasses. By real, of course, I mean that they aren't readers. They have an actual prescription. The lenses have the poly whatever it's called, a good thickness, and blue light protection, along with the scratch resistance. These days, lenses are all "built-in" with the standards; you just have to say whether you want single or double vision and whether you want transitional or not. There is, of course, the bifocal thing and the progressive thing. I opted for the reader vision, 1.59 poly something, and standard blue light. 

    The exam took almost an hour. The doctor was fantastic, very lovely to work with, and she was very funny. She's been in the business since 1980, so you know she's been doing this for a minute. She and her husband own the clinic, and they do three days in our town and two days a week in a neighboring town. They have a good practice, and I really love the other people working in the office. The two up front are even a grandmother and her granddaughter. You have to love that.

    Well, turns out my right eye (the one I thought was better) has a greater astigmatism than the left, but the left is actually blurrier. It has the floater, while the right is just "less than great" in terms of optics. When we did the exam, it was very obvious which eye was stronger - it's the right. My left was having a field day with some of the gizmos I was looking into.

    When it was all said and done, we couldn't get the lenses and frames down to the price I wanted. It would be around $290, and I really wasn't thrilled with the available frames. This was after my discount, mind you; insurance paid some, but they just didn't have the cheaper frames.  My $5 readers had better-looking frames than some of the ones I saw in the office. I asked if I could bring those frames in and was told yes, but here's the thing: they send it off to a lab, so why not just go to the lab myself online? It was going to be $210 with my frames.

    The lady who sells the frames told me that I could do that, and if they didn't work out, I would be stuck. No, that's not the case at all. I found that GlassesUSA offers 30-day returns with no-questions-asked returns. If you don't like them, you return them. If they don't fit, if the lenses aren't transitioning, it doesn't matter; they'll replace them. I found a pair I liked, and after I entered the required information, the price was $208. They had the same thickness, the same protection, the same blue light, and the same everything, but I got to pick my lenses. 

    I picked a frame that over 30,000 people have picked and reviewed with a 4.8-star rating. The company has more than 133,000 reviews with a 4.8 rating, so I'm guessing I'll be OK. If not, I have 30 days to return them. I also bought the same 2-year protection program. I bought the same smudge resistance; nothing is different. I think maybe buying online is the way a lot of things will go these days - it makes sense.

    I got an automated message stating my order was received and will be set up and worked on within the next two hours. I will expect my glasses to be here this time next week, and that's not rushing it. At the office, I was told 2 weeks. That's because they have to send off my frames to that lab. Why? Why can't that lab have them in stock? That's the difference. That is the actual difference. If I need them adjusted, I'll just send them back and buy some at the office - but I'm going to give this a go. It's 2026. 

    I think I'm doing pretty well at 64.5 years of age, having only readers to use in the recent (3 years) past. I'm hoping I can still drive in the new glasses, I may not be able to - distance is another thing entirely, and I'm not going to lower my head like a buffalo to see out the top part. If I can't see to drive, I'll let Laura take the wheel. 

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Real Estate Purgatory.

     Don't let some Baptist tell you there is no such place as Purgatory, because right now, I am living smack dab in the middle of it. I'm not talking about Purgatory, Colorado, although that wouldn't be so bad, I suppose. I am living in the middle of Real Estate Purgatory.  Yes, I will explain. I'm glad you asked. 

    One year ago, I decided to move out of the rented house we were living in and to look for a house with land in a city about 25 miles west, as the crow flies, from where I lived before. I had only been on the job for a little over a year, so I knew that if I wanted to go through FHA to buy the house, I'd need to stay longer on the job, which meant staying longer in the rented house, too. I was OK with that because I had a plan.

    Then, as it does, my plans were upended! I found a house in the city I wanted, on land that I wanted, and I could afford it. It was more than I wanted to spend, but we were going to be allowed to have the horse farm we've always wanted, so the dreams were coming true. What made it even better was that because it had been on the market for more than a year, the sellers were willing to let us stay in it for 7 months until I had satisfied FHA's requirements for longevity on the job, and my credit score was boosted while we waited too! We moved here in November. 

    OK, so long story short, the house is on 14.1 acres of land, and close to 10 of those acres are virtually unloanable. We didn't know that going into it, neither the realtor nor the lender mentioned it. That is a HUGE red flag, and I need you all to understand that 99% of homeowners out there do not know this to be a fact: FHA will not loan on a home with oil fields or leased oil fields on the property.  OK, easy solution: we ask the seller to cut that part off, and we just offer money for the house that was vacant for over a year, and maybe the 4.4 acres of land that is close to the house, eliminating the problem. Simple, right? No.

    The closing date was pushed from May 29 to June 18 (today) because FHA needed me to be on the job one more month. OK, I met that criteria, but then we got hit 2 weeks ago with the FHA refusal to lend if the house and property included the oil land. That shot us back to August 3 for a closing date, and we were OK with it, but the sellers are not OK with cutting the oil land out. Here's the really funny thing -when they offered the house, it was actually for 7 acres, and the house, and the oil field property wasn't part of the deal - they didn't know they owned it. They had ZERO CLUE they had purchased the oil property, even after closing, because they never had a survey. WE had the survey, and that's when it was revealed to them that they owned the oil field land.

    The man who owns the place is not that smart, but I do feel really bad for him because he got stuck with paying $240,000 for the house and 7 acres; then tried to sell us the place for $325,000 when he found out there were 7 more acres, but I can't use that other land - it is UNUSABLE - it's also unloanable and it's unsellable becuase I'm not buying it - cash or otherwise. It would have to be a cash sale, and NO ONE is going to do it. This place, if he chooses not to sell it to us, will sit on the market another 400+ days - he'll end up razing the house and just selling the land to a Taco Bell or something. He could probably do that - I don't know.

    Anyway, today's closing day came and went. We got a denial from FHA, so we are 100% out of the contract, and I'm not worried. I can offer less for the place, and he can accept it, or he can decline and ask me to leave. I can also rent until he sells or I find a place, but we will have to decide that later. Right now, I'm leaning towards finding a 4-bedroom house with a good yard and a tornado shelter. I can get into it for less, and I'll be able to actually use my yard. The one I have now has so many holes I fall, so I can't even go 50 feet from the house - Laura can, but I can't.

    We won't be able to keep the horses, and that's Laura's dream, not mine. She understands. She can keep her chickens. She can grow her garden, and she will get her own 2nd room for an office! That really is a better thing, and yes, I too, will have two rooms like I have now. The house I'm already looking at fits that bill and has a tornado shelter in the garage.  I'm not saying that is the house we'll end up with, but it's a good starting point to begin the search. Then again, if he's smart, he'll let us stay and reduce the acreage to 4.4, so the loan will be approved by FHA.

    There you have it - my life in a nutshell. Tipsy-turvy and swirling whirlwinds, but then again, God is great, and He has a plan. I can already see where He has had His hand in it the entire time. We've been able to live here at a good price and do what we need to do. I realized along the way that I didn't really need or want horses, and in the long run, whatever we do will be a win!

     I don't mind living here, but it may not qualify or appraise for what they're asking. It certainly wouldn't appraise for $325K. It may or may not appraise for $220K. The house is only worth $155K tops. The average acreage near industrial land is only $5000-7500 an acre, so at the most, it would be $31,000.00, and that brings the price down to $186,000, and there's no way the old man that owns the place will agree to that. He'd rather let it sit and rot away - very, very prideful man.

    God has it. I'm not going to worry about it. I'm just going to be ready no matter what gets thrown at me.

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REDUCED BOOKS - KINDLE EDITIONS

     Well, I haven't done it yet, but I'm about to. I'm about to use Zeely AI to promote my books, and when I do, the first thing they ask me to do is lower the price of the book to just about nothing, so you can promote them without costing readers much at all. That's fair. I want to get the books out, so for the next 90 days or so, throughout the summer months, I'm going to lower the prices on all of my EPUB (Kindle) books online. The only one that is slightly higher is my first Jude's Almost Daily Blog Book, and that's because the system wouldn't let it go below $2.99. I have no idea why, but it may be the same system issue that prevents me from lowering "Pinball" in Australia.   (I changed their prices today!) 

    For all the Nick Posh books and the other novels I've written, I was able to get the system to accept their lowest price of $1.99 per download. In Canada and the European Nations other than the UK, it's $2.99 (but not USD). In Australia, some are $3.99, two are $7.99, and I can't figure out how to lower it. I'm checking into it, but it's crazy weird.  It throws up a red triangle and says I can't. So, I guess I can't.  The books are pretty cheap, though! You'll be able to buy more than a few. (Please do!)

    I just finished "The Mother Road," and it will be published on June 22. The Kindle edition will be out around June 30, or as late as July 6. It takes time to convert it from print to EPUB, and I don't do the heavy lifting. I just pay them money to make it happen. They tell me to wait 3 weeks, and I do. I'm a very obedient author.   I'll be honest with you; not having to spend $$$ on publishing is awesome. I pay zero for Ingram Spark to accept my book and upload it to Amazon for print and publication. I could promote my books through Ingram Spark, but I'm going to try Zeely AI first.

    This week is a learning week. I'll get on the computer and figure out things - and share them with my readers. If I can get the books out to the readers better, faster, or in a really cool promotion, I'll do it.  This week, the murder books are selling more than the other novels. I can't say "romance" anymore because "Dion" is not a romance book - it, however, is the best-selling novel so far. Tells me what I need to know; people like creepy things -- I guess it's also a romance, but it's creepy. I had to step way out of myself to write it.

    First, I'll do the Zeely AI thing, and then, I'll try another method, probably another AI tool - it seems to be the fastest and most dependable way to promote. If I do end up being a millionaire, I'll probably still work where I work now. There's no sense in giving up the fun I have every day. I could, I suppose, offer to buy the company, but it would take a few more $$$$ than I can hope to earn in the next few months. I'll put that thought on the back burner, circle around, and come back to it.

    For now, suffice it to say, I'm in the mood to lower book prices, get them into the hands of millions if I can, and hope for the best. If you like one, you may like the next one. If you need to know the order of the Nick Posh books, they are:

• Murder Book
• Pinball
• 1211
• Mesa
• Stratford
• Cask
• Amicus Curiae
• Cumberland
• The Mother Road.

The other books are:

• Of Kilted Pleasure (1700s Scotland / Romance)
• Edinburgh (Modern romance)
• Bay Sorrell Ranch (Modern Drama / Romance)
• The (Modern romance)
• Dion (Modern creepy romance)

There you go - tell your friends!!  The new pricing hits tomorrow, I think.

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Calories Count!

     I've been on my "diet" now for 6 full days. Tomorrow will be a week. I'm really good with things like that. I know, almost instinctively, that  Friday usually follows most Thursdays. The sun sets in the west all the time, but when you're in New Zealand, that may or may not be true. The toilets flush differently, from what I'm told. I think I went down a little rabbit hole - I should get back on track. I've been dieting, or eating better, for just under a week.

    I don't like the word "diet" because of all the times we used it and tried to force it on others, as well as ourselves. We think it means we're separating ourselves from the crowds or the "others" somehow, when really we're not. If we're honest, we should always be aware of our diet. If we're honest, we'd see that doing so is a better choice - we'd know, and yes, instinctively, that making the better choice is usually almost always better.

    Starting last Friday, I decided to stop eating as many calories as I was. No, I can't tell you how many calories I was eating because I didn't count, and if I were counting, I would have known the truth. The truth was the last thing I wanted to face - it wasn't depression; it was denial. I did not want to have to admit to myself that I was doing all the damage that was happening and continuing to happen to myself. It was me!

    So again, as I've done a number of times in my later adult life, because I tend to drift from the better-choice wagon, I decided to make it stick. I decided to COUNT the calories and to keep track of what goes into my mouth. I never did that before. I just sort of kept a running tally in my head, but this time, it's different. I really am writing it down. I really am checking, and I really am running the actual tally from the online calorie counter if I can't find the calorie total on the package of whatever I'm eating.

    For instance, you're not going to find the calorie count of a medium-sized egg on the carton. You will find it on the back of a frozen sausage patty bag. You will find it on protein bars, but not on a plum. You will find it on just about everything that is sold in the store that isn't produce, but you won't find it on a Little Caesars pizza box! Today, after six great days of dieting, my daughter decided to go to Little Caesars, and yes, I did eat two pieces - but I counted them! I wrote them down and decided not to have anything other than a handful of peanuts for an evening snack, and I ended the day under my 1500-calorie count by nearly 300! Good on me!

    According to my Renpho app, for a 64-year-old woman at my height and weight, I'm allowed 1,500 calories a day to meet my goal of 160 by January. I stayed within it. I did it. I'm doing it, and I'm not missing the "good stuff". I'm eating what I want, but I've changed my mind about what I want. I still eat all that I want - it's a good thing. I eat better, I eat less, and in just six days, I've lost over 4 pounds. Yes, I know it's probably all water weight, but I'll take it.

    Calories do count. They count for us, they count against us. They are not good or bad -they are what they are. We need to figure out what is needed, warranted, wanted, and good for us. We don't need the doctor shoving it down our throats; we need to figure it out on our own. That's the only way it will stick. That's the only way it will matter, and I, for one, have me to take care of - and of course, I'm counting on God to make it happen. He knows me. I quit too easily - He won't let me. I love that about Him.

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Blasting! (Music in my ears)

     If you know me, you know I was born in 1961, and though you can turn that number upside down and it is still the same number, that is not the coolest thing about being born when I was born...but it is pretty cool. For the past 64 years, I have known that I was born when music was music. It was something to talk about; something to brag about. I don't have to prove it; it just is. I'd take the music of my youth over anything they call "good" these days. No, just - no.

    I am happiest, and I should never forget this, when I am sitting by myself with my earbuds in with my music just a little louder than maybe it should be. If I can't hear Steve Perry scream the way he was meant to be heard, there is no sense in turning up the volume. I am there again -in my happy (very happy) place. I'm at home, at my computer, and not watching videos. I am rocking my head off - and I am in Heaven. 

    After Journey, there will be .38 Special, Kansas, Loverboy, Billy Joel, Fleetwood Mac, REO Speedwagon, and yes, yes, there will be Bee Gees. I can't live or breathe without them. They are my haven, but I do have to spin a little Head East now and then, and put Boston up to 10 or 12 for at least an hour. I typically have the music going when I dance, and since I was injured two years ago, I've really not done it - I've not put the music up like it is today. I couldn't dance. I won't say I was depressed, but I can freakin' guarantee you that tonight -- I am NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT depressed. I couldn't be. I'm dancing, but not traditionally. 

    I bought a recumbent bike - yes, I blogged about it. Laura put it together, and I've gone 5 miles already -- it only takes 20 minutes, and with my earbuds, I could do 10, but Laura would put the kibosh on it as soon as she realized I was still going. I promised her I wouldn't overdo it. I will, however, ride when she's sleeping in the morning. She won't hear me (Ha!).  I'll ride at noon for 15 minutes, after work, and then again at 9:30 p.m before bed. Yes, and you know what? I may keep the earbuds in while I'm working tomorrow. I could get so much done -- it's literally so much better than caffeine.

    Again, if you know me, you'd know I worked for Concerts West for several years. Concerts West was a music industry promotion company. I wasn't paid a dime. I was allowed into all the concerts, worked backstage, ran errands, drove people places, got them meals, and made sure they were comfortable. Yes, I was offered a few things you may imagine would go along with the job, but nope...I was THAT girl - the one who said no.

    I dated Alex Van Halen and hung out with a few more, including Steve Walsh and Brian Adams, but I preferred to have control. I said no - A LOT.  The music is the reason. The beat, the words, the fire, the atmosphere, all of it. I went to and worked over 300 concerts, and I was, by no means, among the ones who worked the most. I stuck pretty close to Oklahoma, Texas, Kansas, Missouri, and Arkansas. I wish now that I had taken the extra legs and worked California, but nope, it is what it is. I think I had enough fun - made enough memories. 

    The thing is - when I hear "Jump" I don't think what you may think. I don't hear what you're hearing. I go back to the studio where (and when) it was created, and I'm there. I watch the mistakes and relive it over and over again. I think Journey holds the record for me. I saw them at least 10 times. Kansas was next with 6, I think. I only saw the Bee Gees and Andy Gibb (separately) 1 time each. I'd love to have changed that. Again, it is what it is -- the music kept me smiling. It still does.

    So, here I am, riding the recumbent bike, hard and fast, and I have to watch myself because, believe it or not, I'm not 22. I wish I were again sometimes, but I am not. I have to stop and think before deciding to go another mile - but I can be talked into it. This will be the way I escape this big fat body -- in time, and not too much time, I will be svelte again -- ready to take on 10-12 miles a day, and able to do it without my watchful overseer.  (God, I love her!) 

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