This is the stuff novels are made of.

I found this stuff of novels on my daughter-in-law, Heidi's, site. It's simply delightful.

 

Historical, Hysterical Monument!

I've been historically oriented since childhood, interested in old houses and places where things happened long ago. That's why I want to read what's on an old memorial whenever I see one!

So when I spotted this monument while driving away from a friend's remote homestead, my husband patiently stopped the truck so I could see what it was all about. 

I actually ran to it, excited to uncover information that would plunge my imagination into the past.

Breathless, I read: "On this site in 1897, nothing happened."

I burst out laughing at this modern-day spoof of a time-honored old western tradition.

How many days do we feel as if "nothing" happened?

Do you like to make things happen?

Or do you prefer to read about things happening?