"O let my books be then the eloquence and presages of my speaking breast." (Sonnet 23)

This is a kind of "pot pourri" day. I don't have a particular theme to write about. I do want to clear up one misconception. A few people have asked me what I paid to have my book published. I'm sure that another few have wondered about it, but didn't ask. Well, the fact is that I did not pay one dime to have the poetry book or the memoirs published. LULU, my publisher published the book and put it on sale. All I had to do was decide what royalties I wanted and that was added to what it cost LULU to print the book. When the books were first printed, I asked for no royalties, so I and others could buy the book for the base printing cost. The first two versions were printed in full color, so of course they were much more expensive than black and white editions. Subsequently, I revised both books so that they could be printed in black and white, and now I have added an ISBN number and a couple of dollars in royalties. The ISBN number cost me fifty bucks... and for sales, a bar code has been printed on the back covers. Shortly, both books will be made available by LULU to other online stores...like Barnes & Noble, Borders, Amazon, etc. So do me a favor. If you don't know me, buy a book, and then you'll know me. Just click on "My Book Store" in the next column and pick out what interests you. But now, the problem I have is that people who don't know me are not likely to read this blog!

Rhoda, with her new eye, left me sleeping and went off with two girlfriends to "shpatzeer" (sp?) around downtown Delray and Macy's in Boca. I found her car keys on the kitchen table with a note asking if I'd be kind enough to get the tank filled. Well, at least it got me outdoors, which doesn't happen too often these days. My golf game is also "tanked". I simply can't walk very far without pain developing in my legs and hips, etc. So, if anyone would like to buy some wonderful almost new golf clubs and a few brand new unused golf balls, just email me; of course, I believe you can do that my clicking on the little envelope at the end of the blog. To get on with it, I got into her Chevvie Cavalier (which has 60,ooo miles and is 12 years old) and the first thing I noticed was that her wheel cover was ragged, and her neck support on the seat belt had gotten kind of thin. So, after I gassed up I went into Walmart and bought her a new wheel cover and neck support. She hasn't seen them yet, but I think she'll like them. And the good part is that they were a lot cheaper than the cost of a new car.

I just learned that Rhoda and another gal have decided that we are going out to Ruby Tuesday's in Mizener Park for dinner. Wasn't that a Beattle song?