When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?
Yikes! Did I just admit that? A woman usually doesn’t admit her age. But I’m just now coming in to my own.
My first book came out late last year. You’ve seen it on this website. Meghan’s Choice. I’m so very proud of it. My second book, “Rose’s Redemption,” is in final edits before being published.
I still have at least two speaking/teaching engagements this year. More could develop in the next month or so.
I’m taking classes through an international ministry to prepare for something I want to begin next year. More on that later.
Next year. I’ll be at “retirement age.” Hah! Fat chance! Of course, I don’t have anything to retire from.
Here are some synonyms of the word “august.” Imposing. Impressive. Grand. Dignified. Stately. Noble. Eminent.
I like the word “grand.” It’s a majestic month.
August is usually the month when parents, teachers, and children begin to get ready for school.
Cross country training begins.
Football practice begins.
This month, I’m finishing my second book. I’m preparing two new presentations I’ll be giving at a conference in September. I’m also getting the word out about my book through various media means.
How is your August shaping up? What have you been up to this summer? Leave a comment and let me know. #AugustnessofAugust #donnalhsmith