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Honestly, it may not be exclamation point exciting yet I can guarantee concert photos, book launch and tour announcements, and special surprises along the way (wink, wink).

https://www.instagram.com/lmpampuro/

Let the fun begin!

Disclaimer: Author has a warped sense of humor, a skewed sense of reality, and is still learning to use her fancy smancy camera along with Instagram. She is trying to post for the good and probably needs a lot of patience. If nothing else, the site will be entertaining.

4.5 (out of 5) Stars!


Uncle Neddy’s Funeral by L.M. Pampuro
Publisher: Self
Genre: Contemporary, Mystery/Suspense
Length: Full (450 pgs)
Rated: 4.5 stars
Review by Snapdragon

Thank you to Long and Short Reviews for the 4.5/5 Stars for Uncle Neddy’s Funeral. You may read the entire review by clicking here.

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Back At The Harmony…

IMG_20170705_125444You may have noticed in Uncle Neddy’s Funeral thank you, I thank The Harmony Café for good food and vibe.  I really love this place.

 

I am sitting in the corner, drinking a house-made chai tea, and loving life. The owner shared a slice of carrot cheesecake with me. I am in heaven. Thin carrot cake crust topped with cinnamon-nutmeg flavored cheese. Just wow!

(Not that you need to know this but I also ate half of a house-made veggie burger on homemade bread with sweet potatoes. It is called the Ricardo…)  As summer continues I have fed my muse both physically with food and metaphorically with live music. This seems to be working as something new emerges.

Uncle Neddy is actually going on tour, virtual, yet a tour just the same. Starting next week, via this blog, you’ll have the opportunity to visit other blogs and register to win an Amazon gift card.

If you are in the central Connecticut area and a Chai tea fan, stop by The Harmony Café on Main Street in Middletown. You may see me banging on my laptop in the corner.

I will be the person with the half eaten sandwich and finished dessert.

 

 

 

 

 

Waffles & Weed Part 2

This is my original Waffles & Weed post that somehow got archived (read lost) and just appeared in my feed so I thought I’d share. Tomorrow I am hoping to share something bigger 🙂 Enjoy!

Okay. So, some of you are scratching your heads right now. No, this post is not about stoner munchie options.

This is about the happiest place on earth, at least to me. I took the day off to head up to the Green Mountains for a day of skiing. Gray, overcast sky. Snow flurries drifting down. Parking in a non-parking space because the rest were taken.

Around twenty-eight degrees at the base.

To me, an almost perfect ski day. There is something magical about spending time with Mother Nature. Yesterday I hiked with a friend up to a ridge overlooking I-91. In the distance clouds reflected on a body of water which sat in the middle of two hills.

I slid up the trail of rock and mud just to get a glimpse, before we glided down with hopes of not wrecking a knee or twisting an ankle. There is a quietness to this experience.

Today was different.

The purr of the ski lift, my hubby by my side, we shivered as the wind cut through the snow-covered trees. The top was fogged in yet about a third of the way down one could see across the valley. Ski trails gleamed off neighboring mountains.

Today required much more concentration to avoid the ice patches and unpredictable munchkins who fly passed with no fear. Yet this too is relaxing. The mountain air slaps my face. The snow almost burns any exposed skin.

Back in my twenties, I would ski by myself with my walk man blasting a Grateful Dead bootleg or maybe a mixed tape with some John Hiatt and Cream. Today I hear music in my head. Slow Turning keeps popping in and out as I concentrate on not falling. (We witnessed over a half-dozen sled rides and conditions were decent. We hope none are serious injuries.) It doesn’t matter if I am going down a black diamond (too icy for those today) or a blue or green trail, my focus is the same.

We all need to find spaces that make us happy. Live music, mountain air, and dancing pretty much does it for me. So, what is yours?

(Now I know gentle reader, you are wondering where the weed and waffles come in to play. Yesterday the sweet smell drifted in the distance as we hiked. Today the same scent mixed with the waffle shack’s residue at the base of the mountain. I could go and stereotype here yet I just found it funny and think that it makes a great band name.  I would go see them!)