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  Kenneth Balfour says

  Thank you so much Paula!
  
  Warmest Regards,
  
  Kenny : ) AKA Draylon.

  Posted 11 months ago. ( send a note )

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  Valerie Byron (Fee) says

  Hi Paula. It was like a maze getting here. Still not sure what the deal is with all the books on the shelf. Do you buy them all? Where do you list your own books? Like a dummy, I put all of my own books on my self. I feel so silly now.

  Posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

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  G. D. Steel says

  So I will make sure my shoes don't leave tracks! LOL It would have been easier once I have my book for sale! ROFL..

  Posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

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  Carol Wills says

  Hey Paula, we do get about don't we? Nice to see you.
  
  Carol x

  Posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )

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  Jesse Battle says

  Hello Paula,
  
  It's a pleasure meeting you.I love your bio.
  
  Yes,I do have a website theendlesshour.com and I am on facebook.
  
  Thanks,
  Jesse

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Evelyn S says

  I managed to get into that message by going into My Profile all she did was send me a Bob Dylan poem.
  Evelyn

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Evelyn S says

  GoodMorning Paula I have just re-joined Bookrix at your insistance and have posted three stories at least one you will not have read, maybe two. So how does one read othe people's stories on there?
  Lv Evelyn S

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Evelyn S says

  The piece I sent is based on the Nursey Rhyme "Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow, with silkver bells and cockle shells, and merry maids all in a row"
  Love
  Evelyn S

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Evelyn S says

  Just cam across this one
  
  Jingling Silver Bells
  
  She looked at the stems dancing in the wind, bowing over almost to the ground. They were delicate blooms alright, it had said so on the packet, but they were pretty. Large petals that fell to look like skirts below and bell shapes above the centre They were so unusual, she had never seen them before. The colours varied but were all in pastel hues. On the whole, Mary liked the look of them, if it weren't for the wind flattening the stems!
  She got up off her knees. It was getting harder and harder. Old age! I'm getting too old for this, she told herself. A few steps nearer the cottage she stopped to glance at a bare patch of ground. Hmm! That needs covering, she thought.
  Making her way back up to the shed, she got out the bag of crushed shells. The Summer bulbs would look better with a mulch when they broke the surface. There was a fishery a few miles down the coast that had oyster and cockle beds. They sold a lot of the shellfish cleaned and so the shells were ground and sold for mulch. A thriving sideline they had told her when they delivered her sack. Living along the coast, it was almost obligatory to mulch with shell rather than with bark or, God forbid, peat. Peat was definitely a no go these days.
  Mary took a small bucketful from the sack and was about to wander back to the bare patch when Bob, her neighbour popped up on the other side of the fence.
  "Mornin' Mary. How are you today?" His white hair almost took off in the high breeze. It was usually so immaculate with a quiff at a jaunty angle. Mary secretly liked Bob but she would never disclose that fact to him.
  He had been widowed some ten years ago and it had taken him a long time to get over the loss of his wife. Now he seemed at peace with his life. He pottered in his garden, which was well groomed but not immaculate. He kept a corner for the wild things 'as Nature intended' he often told her.
  "None the better for wasting time talking to you," her joints were playing up and it made her crotchety.
  "Now, now, Mary. Put a smile on that face. You'll feel all the better for it."
  "Perhaps!" she relented dubiously, then marched off, her back as ramrod stiff as she could make it. Bob stared after her staccato movements. 'I wish she would be more friendly' he thought. Knowing it was her way, he wasn't annoyed, just wistful. Going back to his own jobs, he left Mary to her own devices. She did not like to be watched, he had found that out the hard way.
  The broken shells made a light mulch that brightened the corner as well as providing cover to save water. The cliff top where she lived caught the winds more often than not and the soil dried out terribly. She had enough left to spread beneath the bluebells, though they were 'going over' now. A late bloomer had opened up. It was much lighter than the others. White, or rather more like silver, she thought. Taking a small stick, she marked it down for removal once it had bloomed, perhaps to one of the tubs. If she had bluebells, she wanted blue bells, but she would not throw it out just because it was a rogue.
  Again her knees crackled as she got up with a slowness she despised. I am old, she decided. Her facial looks belied her seventy three years though. A lifetime of pottering in one garden or another had given her great satisfaction. She loved plants, she loved the birds that sang in her trees and those that dropped onto the table where she spread seeds and fat in Winter.
  The wind chimes sang in the trees, tinkling away like liquid music She loved the Summer buzzing of bees and other insects droning away amongst flowers, grasses and bushes. They brought a calming peace as she listened to them going about their business of collecting pollen and sap, or just generally living. She wished for that kind of peace in her own life but never seemed to quite achieve it. Oh, she was happy enough but not quite contented.
  Bob was still in the garden a little later when she brought out a cup of tea for them both, setting the tray on the picnic table beneath the fragrant honeysuckle just coming into blossom.
  "Come on in Bob," she offered, "have some tea and biscuits. I brought Bourbon, I know you like those.!"
  Bob's eyes lit up.
  "Tea, Mary? I would love some. Be round in a jiffy."
  Mary had never invited him round, not since his wife had died. Not appropriate, Mary had told herself.
  Bob rushed to the rose bed and cut six long-stemmed blooms. Not red. Too much like blood. But a beautiful orange that glowed in the sunlight. As fast as he could go, he went inside, washed his hands, wrapped the stems in gold paper (he had some ready for just such an occasion) and stepped quickly round to the side of Mary's house, on into her back garden. Beside the small house the breeze disappeared and warm sunshine bathed the patch of grass where the table stood. Two wooden chairs awaited the pair.
  "For you!" he exclaimed, passing over the bunch of flowers..
  "No need for fripperies Bob!" But she was flattered.
  They drank tea, ate biscuits and chatted easily. It was Bob's dream of late. Secretly it had also been a dream Mary encompassed but knew not how to go about making it come true. From now on their friendship could mature into something more meaningful. If only I could stop being contrary, she thought.
  
  © Copyright Evelyn J. Steward December, 2001.
  
  Words 983
  
  Love Evelyn

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Evelyn S says

  thanks for all th as place of origin and they kept saying my password was the wrong kind even though I did it both wayse infor I tried to join writing.com yesterday but could not even get joined, they did not have UK as place of origin and they kept saying my password was wrong and I did it two ways, with numbers and without, so I gave it up.
  I get so much in the way of email and shelfari notes that it keeps me going so no time to think, And I am reading my kindle as much as i can, take it easy
  Evelyn S

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Evelyn S says

  Hi, how are you? Still writing? I get so tired after dealing with emails and business on here that I cannot get any ideas, no stimuli at all
  Evelyn S

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Evelyn S says

  Did not know cigarette smoke could do that, well I don' know everything. It is getting colder here especially at nights. some places are getting ground or air frost. It certainly was chill yesterday and at night and today temps ar not going above 14 Deg C if they get to that. The BBC t.v. company started a new series on Saturday called 'The Pillars of Earth' set in 1140 plus in England I am sure i have heard of a book of that name, about King Steven and Maud who is the mother of the baby kng elect before Steven took the throne away. The Brother Cadfael books are set in the same time so I had Head of Maud and King Steven before. Story set in real places, reral peoplke with fiction on the side i\ guess.
  Take it easy
  Evelyn S

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Jassafari says

  Hi Paula,
  
  Jas
  
  How are You?

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Evelyn S says

  Wow! When you do things you do them well! Hope you get better soon. I find that these days things take a lot longer to heal, if at all. We lost one of ou cats a month ago. he was acting strange towards the end and eventually we took him to the Vet knowing that he wouldn't come back again. Now we are having problems with his sister who is also acting strange and doing naughty things instead of using her box. Makes life harder for me and it is no life for her just sitting or sleeping under the table in the dark.
  I have a Kindle now and am trying to read books on it. I have the words up larger but the light is not good most of the tinme now so I have to wait until the light is better and so I do n ot get much reading done although I have read The Red Queen on it and am now starting to read The Woman in Black and Kim. My back is slightly less painful as I have these tiny patches that stick on my arm and the painkiller goes in that way instead of orally.
  I have been making Christmas cards a few weeks ago. Not sure how many I will need this year as I have lost a lot of my addresses when we changed computers. Sorry for the loss of your dog. It is hard to lose our pets though we love them dearly, there comes a time when we have to be responsible and make the decision for them.
  My daughter isn't doing too well at the moment and so it very ip tight all the time. This does not make life any easier for me. Then I have to clean up after our one remain in g cat. N o more animals for us. To much. I have never gotten the hang of Boorix and forget my password.
  Take care
  Evelyn S

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Evelyn S says

  Hi Paula I still have problems with Facebook. So, how are you doing right now?
  
  Evelyn S

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Karen K (K2) says

  You are so right! Even knowing whodunit right at the start doesn't take away from the story...I am reading it and thinking, "what are they missing to solve these crimes?" I was unaware he helped aspiring writers - that is cool.
  
  Glad to hear about the wedding, honeymoon, kids and all! I know what you mean about needing a little dull, but I look at it in a more positive light and call it peace and quiet!
  
  I am holding up well. No boredom at this time. We are getting ready to drive up to Wisconsin to see my brother and his children. I am actually surprised that all 3 of my children managed to free up the time to come with us! I am also excited because we haven't seen them in a long while. We will be stopping in Mackinac Ciry (MI). I will eat some yummy fudge for you!
  
  Take care of you...

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Karen K (K2) says

  Glad to see you liked 9th Judgement. It is on my current TBR list. I just love James Patterson's books.
  
  How are you doing?

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Marie T says

  Paula, you are so nice! Thank you, thank you - a book I want to read, too. Just arrived in the mail. And by the way, I did hear from the gal who will mail my book. She's had a few problems to deal with in her life, so hasn't checked Book Chat much. No problem, we all have things to deal with but hers are kind of serious.
  
  But what a nice surprise. Is Mandy, the Alpha Dog a book you or your husband wrote? Or maybe your family dog?

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Marie T says

  No, Paula - I'm now in Massachusetts. I'll send a PM to you with the address. Thanks for thinking of me!

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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  Marie T says

  Hi, Paula - The books on my Wish List are those I wish I had, haven't read yet. Still haven't heard from whomever offered my book in the Chat.

  Posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )