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| YOGA CLASS FIRST, THEN WE WRITE |
Writers are urged to set aside time for writing. Makes sense. There has to be discipline and commitment. We work on LiamLicks all the time. A photo will present itself, a story forms around it. An event takes place and we share it. An encounter, a connection, a loss, a find. All possible threads for a blog story. The final push is always Thursday afternoon. A sacred time after Yoga class dedicated to our blog.
The publication deadline is Thursday evening. At times, not often, other activities supersede our working afternoon. A one time class, lecture or seminar, a mandatory meeting, an immovable social event.Today there is excitement at Yoga Class...we are photographed for our teacher's new website. Here is her page
http://www.myholistichaven.com/Home.html
Her daughter is a graphic designer and our photographer. She is positioned next to me for our session. I am honored and thrilled. A Leo never avoids a photo op. After class I head to the wine store with my environmentally
This week we have a library seminar. Offered one time this Thursday only. Announcement on the flyer Come and Meet Mr. Frank Lazzaro, Former White House Holiday and State Dinner Decorator for Three Presidents here is his link
http://www.franklazzaro.com/
Thanks Hillside Library for having this lecture and for the fireplace for our reading pleasure
http://www.franklazzaro.com/
Thanks Hillside Library for having this lecture and for the fireplace for our reading pleasure
Liam
Mom comes home from Yoga at Hillside Library. She has made her other stops, Wine store and Starbucks. Her Thursday morning routine gives her pleasure. Today she participated in a photo for her teacher's website. Mom is already in the slideshow on the Hillside Library website. http://www.hillsidelibrary.info/
Her yoga class pic shows up after a few. Mom loves the camera, Such a Leo (me too) I hope to get a quick walk but Mom goes online. She starts our blog story. No walk now. She has our latte (I'll get licks) and wine (that's for later) It seems there is a break in the routine for this Thursday. She is off to a seminar. I am alone. We are supposed to do this together; I work best in a pack. My wolf heritage. There are distractions outside. Squirrels running, birds flying, dogs barking.
I'll rest a bit on Mom's hounds-tooth shawl... ideas flow better in repose
Not sure what story we are telling this week. Maybe I will wait. Inspiration may come 
I know I have to stay upstairs...that is where we work. I technically am not in violation of this rule by sitting on the bed. 
I know breaks must be taken to rejuvenate the brain and rev up the creative juices. Once on the bed though it is hard to stay upright. So comfy. I flop over
Carol
The lecture is fantastic, a view on history by a person who was there. Mr. Lazarro is a storyteller with many framed photos of White House events and a charming presentation. And he is from Queens, NY! Has written an ebook. He is an entertainer, motivational speaker and an informed historian. Very audience friendly. Not a circuit lecturer with a game face. He is the real thing. Mr. Lazarro has lived life and wants to share.
I have his autograph. Here is the brochure and there is my personal note on top. See upper left, Carol, Best Wishes, Frank Lazarro.
The seminar ends. I must get going. We have a blog to write and publish and Liam needs a walk.
Liam
I am at my perch on the couch. Better squirrel watching down here. They walk on the railing so near my nose. Ah, dreams of the chase. Uh oh...My collaborator is home.
I have to get back upstairs. I'll hide. I have nothing done. My rest 
naps, bed sitting. latte licks have all expanded to fill the time.Mom is full of joy. She learned so much at the seminar and met up with folks. She said the purple hat ladies showed up. Or is it the red hat/purple ladies? Well, anyway, one of them won the centerpiece that Mr. Lazarro made at today's seminar. Before we do LiamLicks we go for a walk. Guess what? Our garbage can is back! Not the school can, but an even better bigger waste can and it is located only two blocks from our house. We're so thankful. Mom thinks she caused this because of her blog story "Pooped out"
Carol
I do think that our blog story did have an effect. That's our story. Maybe only karmic but somehow the garbage can is back. And the boulevard is once more clean. Hope it stays put.
Happy Thanksgiving...we will not be working next Thursday so see you all in 2 weeks
We thank you for your loyal readership and participation.
Liam
I am not done. Something else Mom does. Laundry. She does it all day as we are writing LL. I am afraid of the basement and never have gone down there. She loves that part of Thursday. I hate the sound of the dryer buzzer. It terrifies me as much as thunder and the toaster popping. I hear we are off next Thursday. Mom says to say thanks to all of you. I say thank you every week. My two words are always the same. My thank you is at the end after my picture
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| IT IS 8:30 PM, ARE WE PUBLISHED YET, MOM? |
