Hello August! So many things going on this month. School starts for my one and only daughter and one and only student this year. She's involved in the music and athletic departments and the fall tends to be very busy. She's already started her golf season and band practice started also. She had a busy week with band camp from 8 to 3 and then golf qualifying from 4 to 6. She's got the number three spot right now and is happy being there. They have almost twice the amount of girls this year and everyone is excited about growing the sport.
Teen Wolf's premiere didn't disappoint. I'm excited to see how everything wraps up. I loved the surprises and can't wait for more. Keep them coming!
Got a few more episodes of Killjoys in and really like how the season is shaping up. Here's hoping there's a renewal in the future.
I'm also almost caught up on Dark Matter. I continue to enjoy the interactions and character arcs.
Need to catch the last two episodes of Wynonna Earp and I hope I can get that done this week.
Seeing more promo for The Last Ship… looking forward to the premiere in two weeks!!
That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Youth Is Overrated, a novella that got a start with the writing community prompt of "family drama; divorce". I liked the idea of parents facing the dilemma when one of their children considers getting one.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Tatum Moore and Fisher Vogler have three grown children and their oldest is considering divorce. When he seeks advice from his parents, they try not to interfere but provide insight into a passionate opposites attract marriage and how to make it work.
And a snippety peek…
Fisher walked into the kitchen to find Jamie staring out the window over the sink. He had his hands jammed in his back pockets, his shoulders taut with tension. Fisher's eldest had something gnawing at him. No doubt about it.
After pouring two mugs of coffee, Fisher propped a hip against the counter. "Talked to your brother lately?" Reece had a case of hero worship for Jamie and usually stayed in touch by text message on a daily basis.
Jamie didn't move from his spot. "He sent me some images of his final project yesterday." He still didn't budge, keeping his gaze on the yard outside.
Fisher hoped Jamie found some comfort by gazing at the scene before him. Tatum worked hard to make the garden and landscaping visually appealing. She mixed serene colors with fragrant blossoms to create a pleasant oasis.
Tatum entered the kitchen, got a look at their son, and shot a questioning gaze in Fisher's direction. He shrugged, indicating he had no idea what Jamie had on his mind. She snagged her mug from the counter and took a bracing sip.
Moving to stand in front of Fisher, she leaned against him. "Okay, Jamie. We're presentable." She brought the cup to her lips again. "Thanks for making the coffee, by the way."
Jamie didn't respond and Tatum's shoulders squared. Fisher placed an arm around her waist, preventing her from thwapping their oldest on the back of his head. They'd taught him better manners.
Fisher spoke quietly against her ear. "Give him a minute, yeah." Jamie had a lot of Fisher's personality traits, meaning he took time to think about what he wanted to say.
Unfortunately, Tatum's patience didn't exist until she had at least two cups of coffee. Pushing away from Fisher, she handed off her mug and planted her palms on her hips. Fisher gave her credit for the silent ten-count she managed before pushing hard for a reply.
She heaved an angry huff. "Jamie Malcolm Vogler, you'd better snap out of whatever rude funk you're in in the next ten seconds or be ready to face my wrath." She opened her mouth to start a countdown but snapped it shut when Jamie whirled to face her.
"I'm not trying to be rude, Mother. I'm trying to figure out how to tell you guys I'm asking Risa for a divorce."
And… that's not how Tatum and Fisher thought their morning would begin. LOL
That's it for this week. Happy reading!