Arriving home from the store this afternoon, I looked at Facebook on my phone and saw a message from a Camino friend and fellow Texan, Tom. We met last summer at a restaurant in Sahagun, I think it was, around the midpoint on the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage.
Tom was walking the Camino with his sister, JoAnn. He's a big, boisterous, happy-go-lucky, retired Air Force guy, movie buff and scratch golfer. We have yet to get together for a round, but I think it'll probably happen this summer.
Anyway, Tom's message said that he has been sending these blogs that I've been posting on Facebook to JoAnn, because she doesn't have a Facebook account. He said she told him that she stayed up late Thursday night, reading my blogs all the way back to the Camino (Camino blog) and that she was buying a copy of my book from Amazon. Guess you have a fan, he said.
How cool is that?
Maybe I'm onto something here, with this daily blogging thing, putting myself out there. I'm not very comfortable marketing myself, but it's something I've got to learn to do.
By the way, my newly redesigned "Finding God in Texas" is out now in Kindle format, available on Amazon, along with the first edition of the paperback version. (Finding God in Texas) The redesigned paperback is due out any time.
It was a pretty exciting day today, for a middle-age, slightly overweight, somewhat bored homeowner-type person. After I got my pickup back from the shop (turns out nothing was wrong with it; just some residual fluid from the previous repairs), I went to Walmart and bought 16 bags of red mulch. Spread that stuff on the garden I turned half my front lawn into a few years ago, after our trees started getting so big and thick they were blocking the sunlight all day from reaching the Bermuda grass lawn. By this time, it was about 1:30 and starting to get a little warm, so I went inside, turned on the air conditioning and flopped on the couch.
The golf tournament was starting at 2, and the pre-show was about a high school girl who came down with some serious form of leukemia, and how golf pretty much saved her life. And then there was a story about a soldier who was blown up overseas, and eventually had to get the lower half of one leg amputated. Discovering golf brought a spark back into his life and gave him a new sense of pride and accomplishment.
When you see things like that, you say shame on me for ever feeling sorry for myself.
After a few hours on the couch, I cranked up the truck again and went grocery shopping. Oh, yeah, and in between all that I did my laundry. A pretty hum-drum but productive, satisfying and positive day. And tomorrow ...
It's time to play golf. And thanks, again, Tom, you made my day.
Ciao, y'all ...