Goodness, I'm seldom late to anything, in fact I'm usually early. My husband is the late one.
I thought I'd already written a blog for today and had it waiting in line. Wrong. I received a reminder from one of my fellow bloggers.
I love writing blogs with this bunch of gals--they make me feel so young. I'm probably thirty years older than most of them. I was a kid during World War II, married the cute sailor I met on a blind date the same year I graduated from high school, we raised five children, and I led a Camp Fire group for ten years--until they graduated from high school.
Through the years, I had various jobs. When the kids were little, I worked as a telephone operator off and on. Hubby, a career Seabee, was gone as much as he was home. When he finally retired, I went to work part time as a teacher in a pre-school for kids with developmental disabilities and began college.
Three of our children married, grandkids began arriving.
Hubby wanted to move to a smaller town and we found the perfect place, the foothills of the Sierra. We purchased a licensed residential facility for developmentally disabled women, moved in and took over. (A much more complicated process than that.)
Though I'd been writing all along, I didn't get published until the first year that we lived in our new place. After our ladies left for work, I wrote for about three hours--and as the years passed, more books were published.
We had our facility for over twenty years and finally decided it was time to retire.
Now I'm writing nearly full time--though life interferes at times.
That's just a quick overview--but you can see I've been on this planet much longer than the other members of the Stiletto Gang. I love them all, and they certainly brighten my life and I bet they do yours too.