I’ve emerged from a very long hibernation.

Man has it ever been a long sleep. With renewed effort and purpose, I re-establish myself here. The new drive results from a brain burp (subarachnoid haemorrhage) right at Christmas. This was scary and put the final edit of my new novel back a few months while extending our five-week holiday in New Zealand to almost five months. Now, we could think the downside to this was doctors, hospitals, pills, and headaches.Oops. Waking in hospital, December 23, 2018 Nah! The care and attention I received from lab to radiology, online reports, next day mail reports, and follow-up phone calls were the best I have ever experienced. In between all this, Lois and I enjoyed family and friends, sunshine, beaches, surf, parks, gardens, fresh fruit and direct from the garden vegetables. Not bad, eh? Idle time in the sun on the back lawn or on the hot sandy beaches gave me a great tan enhanced now with a second summer back in sunny (most days) Calgary, Alberta, Canada.

Two weeks ago, I completed my third novel (see My Books), and the 112,000-word manuscript is now in the editorial section of my publisher Westbow Press. In about eight weeks, I’ll get to read what they think of it and what revisions it will need.

The website gained my full attention this week as I recreated it with a simple, clean look that I might stay abreast of my technical abilities and keep it interesting.

A wasp sting promoted the sad task of whacking two in-ground nests, one under the clothesline and one too close to the waste bins. This is sad work, as these busy fellows are useful allies in keeping the aphid population within reason. Foam spray did not do the trick. The City of Calgary website suggested soapy water and a dump of soil. Yep, that works, but on one nest it has taken three attempts to bomb these critters. It must have been a big nest.

My new novel is Beginnings At The End of The Road. Brandon Silverberry’s life changed forever as the result of an unexpected gift of startling proportions. He moves from his sheltered and stable life as a baker and discovers what this endowment puts on his life. His teenage years with polio provide him with an indomitable spirit he learns daily to share with others. It is a warm-hearted tale of characters stumbling upon that elusive sense of belonging.

And it is all because of a bicycle.