The FB post below explains mornings when I first arrived back in the Ozarks and got my bucket filled to overflowing.

First Day Entry: This expression “That just fills my bucket”  sure “filled mine” when I received it in an email from a very special “octogenarian” friend of many years, Henry “Hank” Krambeck.


Henry “Hank” Krambeck. A man whose life reflects the best role model to all who are privileged to be touched by his.

It also prompted me to consider that as I inch ever closer to the next birthday I should consider the things that “fill my bucket” these days.

I am in the Ozarks on a personally imposed “retreat” of sorts, so I have the time and inclination to consider the why, wherefores, and why-nots of where I find myself in life at this time, so here goes.

OH MY WHAT A PRIVILEGE. I just had breakfast with the Bald Eagles. Literally. While on the deck with my morning tea, I was watching a large Bald Eagle swoop and fish near the dock at the Lake Ozark house. Soon he landed in a tree left of the deck and watched me. Within minutes, a female and some young eagles were swooping and swishing with him over the lake and our dock. Then, as though to brag, “he” came and landed on the branch of the tree closest to the house, to the right side of deck by the sun room. He kept watching me as though to ask what I thought of his brood? Literally,  I told him of course in casual conversation as though speaking to a housemate.

bucket pic 1

 I was glad that I had chosen to enjoy the sunshine for breakfast on the deck in lieu of the boob tube and news. I haven’t seen television since last Wednesday, and the “news” here is more exciting. Sunshine, blue sky, fluffy white clouds and calm lake. Doesn’t get better than this.

bucket pic2


Second Entry:  I have tried since that first morning to get pictures to no avail. I also had to acknowledge the “circle of life”.  It finally came to me as I watched the early morning waters daily, that each day the little family of ducks paddling after the mother duck, was growing smaller and smaller, until finally there was only one. It was then I realized why “my eagles” were so happy.  The circle of life was happening.

Third Entry; Here are a few more of the profound things that “fill my bucket” these days. One is realizing that I am okay with being an author and having my novels “out there”. I do not have to be a “best seller” as long as I know I am “touching” my readers who keep wanting more. In fact, I follow the philosophy of Mark Twain who said: “My books are like water; those of the great geniuses are wine. (Fortunately) everybody drinks water.”

Fourth Entry; It is funny how people classify you whether they (or you) believe in the astrological designations or not. For me it has been a “badge of honor” to be a designated Aquarian with the most fun description of anyone in Astrology. I must say it “fills my bucket” to be able to say in my soon to be 69 years, I have never been bored (and rarely boring.)

Fifth Entry: I have had my share of “bricks thrown at me” butYou can be sure my foundation is strong, its built with bricks! As a popular meme says, “When they throw bricks at me, I use them to build a bigger house.”

Sixth Entry; As for me and Mr. Spock , we have come to the same conclusion, I am sure,  and that is: “there is alot more out there for us  than just the hokey pokey”.

Time to go home and leave this beautiful place behind.

LyndA c. LAKE

Lake OZark house


About joycegodwingrubbs2

Some call me retired: I am RE-FIRED. I have written 15 books, plus 3 written as a "ghost writer". I no longer offer the novels as printed books, having them only available as Kindle Ebooks since my retirement as a novelist. Twelve books are on Kindle eBooks: collectively they are known as The Greyhound Lady Walking suspense series.They are real cases fictionalized into suspense stories to protect identities..( no victim/survivor names were compromised, and workers and locations were protected.) I also co-authored a non-fiction book: Footsteps Out of Darkness: The Annabelle Kindig Story . It is available on Amazon under the name of Annabelle Kindig. I have traveled, written from the heart, and found an audience that appreciates my "platform". The catalyst to writing the novels was the realization that if I died, I would take all my amazing experiences in these real cases with me; and believe me few have lived 5 lives in one. It would "silence the voices" of the victim/survivors whose triumphs are written into these novels. The suspense series was written in part with the collaboration of police woman and sex crime expert Trula Ann Godwin. In addition to the novels, I have written as a ghost writer for a World War II veteran who fought in the South Pacific aboard the USS Maryland in all the major battles. I have also written a non-fiction book recording oral history stories of my family members beginning with the 1930's to present. There are sixty-six "legacy" stories with pictures. It was recently published as a private printing for family and close associates only. I am a published photo journalist having won the 2009 Editor's Choice Award for internet freelance news articles and pictures of the Cedar Rapid's Iowa flood victim accounts and their personal struggles.. My husband and I are in our 52nd year together (only one blip on the marital radar together), and we have adopted three greyhounds; Dex, Big Buddy and Baby Doll. These were the inspirations in the Greyhound Lady Walking suspense series We have eleven grandchildren, 7 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. My three children live in Iowa, Wisconsin and Ohio.
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