Ten years make four heartbeats. Six, at the most.
Anyway, that's how the last 10 years feel to me.
Today is the last day of my first 10 years writing for The Messenger. Ten years. That's how old I was when I first thought I had the world's tail firmly in hand. I could do anything. No one intimidated me. Then I turned 11, and let's just say things went downhill from there.
Until recently. With my life wandering around reality, bumping into stuff, I'm beginning to feel again as I did when I was 10. Life just runs faster these days.
Recently digging through a box in my basement, I found a list of plans. Not a bucket list of stuff to do, but a list of stuff that surely would be done by retirement. Top of the list: Publish a book.
Not write a book, but publish a book. Even then I must have realized my proclivity for procrastination, so I wrote publish, not write.
Well, I've got a book ready to publish, a book called "When We're Not Together." But, with that accomplished comes the niggling thought that no one will want to read it. So, this is a shameless appeal: Will any of you actually want to read this book if I get it published?
Speaking of books, The Messenger's annual holiday cookbook coming out in November needs your recipes. Yes, I know a cookbook isn't a regular book, but my mind is on books and I'm hungry, so that cookbook is running around in there.
Oct. 22 is the deadline for accepting recipes, but that doesn't mean you should wait that long to submit them. The early bird and the worm and all that, you know. Only, in this case, it's we who get the worm because we'll have time to actually work with a recipe instead of just typing it into the system and letting it go.
This year we'll even be accepting recipes online at www.messengernews.net. From there, click on extras, then go to contests and choose holiday cookbook. They tell me there will be prompts, so that's what I'm telling you. Don't hold me to anything, though.
I'd rather be held to a tickling feather than held to anything about a website. I didn't know when I was 10 that part of this world I held by the tail would become dependent on websites and online information.
My daughter and son-in-law from Denver plan to drive to Iowa late this month or in November, and they're thinking they might try to marry the visit with a Further concert in Ames. Further is what's left of Jerry Garcia and the Grateful Dead - Phil Lesh and Bob Weir and some others.
There's a good bet the date is somewhere on a website and I could then find out when the kids are coming, but that would presuppose I could wangle my way through the site.
It's just easier to call her and ask. And a lot less stressful.
So long friends, until the next time when we're together.
Contact Sandy Mickelson at (515) 573-2141 or email@example.com