Saturday, April 5, 2014

Caddo Lake, TX

In March I read The Girl You Left Behind, Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, The Hypnotist's Love Story, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Sycamore Row, Songs of Willow Frost, The Invention of Wings and The Girl who Played with Fire. All eight books were good reads. TIofW was amazing. I read  a book a week for Cathy Lamb's Read Like Crazy book club plus a few extra's. I hope I choose good books for April. I have The All Girl Filling Station by Fannie Flagg and Sisterland by Curtis Sittenfield on tap for April and I finished The Girl who Kicked the Hornet's Nest already.
I also watched a couple of movies which is rare for me. August, Osage County, still feeling a little uneasy after that one. no funeral for me... Enough Said with Julia Louie Dreyfus and James Gandolfini, so good but it made me sad because of J.G's untimely death. I also watched the Silver Lining's Playbook, so crazy, but just my style. I want to see The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo as soon as it is for rent. i loved those books. I received my Book Riot  box and in it among other things was a pre-release copy of The Vacationers...

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Back on the porch...from points south...

I'm back! Just spent time in Texas with our southern grands. We played Green Bay  Packer-opoly with great hilarity. There was a toy store in Branson, MO that had a whole wall of different Monopoly games.   An  example, Iowa-opoly. So much fun. I try to visit toy stores in every town we visit. The Meremac caves were amazing. Caddo Lake, the only natural lake in Texas was full of trees with roots exposed. There is now a pair of new glasses at the bottom of this lake. Papa's fooling around with Clay caused this expensive stunt.
Travel to Dauphin Island and Gulf Shores ALA, gave me a new lease on life. I ate the best seafood I've ever enjoyed.

I read my Read Like Crazy Book Club books at my leisure. Walked on the beach every day. Somehow I need to adjust to the ice and snow back home in Esky. I do not want to go outside!

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Snowed in...

I  joined The Read Like Crazy book club on author Cathy Lamb's Facebook page. Fun. Fast and I am getting new ideas for books to read. This week's book, The Hypnotist's Love Story. First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intro

I had never been hypnotized before. I didn't really believe in it, to be honest. My plan was to lie there and pretend it was working, and try not to laugh. "Most people are surprised by how much they enjoy enjoy it,"said the hypnotist. She was all softness and soap; no makeup or jewelry. Her skin had a polished, translucent look, as if she only ever bathed in mountain streams. She smelled like one of those overpriced crafty shops you find in country towns: sandalwood and lavender.

Would you read this?

Oh, yeah. more snow, bitter cold.We were leaving for Texas today but roads are too bad...

                                                                 My "Love your Selfie"       

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

First Chapter, First Paragraph Intro...

Salvage the Bones by Jesmyn Ward
The First Day: Birth in a Bare Bulb Place

China's turned on herself. If I didn't know, I would think she was trying to eat her paws. I would think that she was crazy. Which she is, in a way. Won't let nobody touch her but Skeet. When she was a big-headed pit bull puppy, she stole all the shoes in the house, all our black tennis shoes Mama bought because they hide dirt and hold up until they're beaten soft. Only Mama's forgotten sandals, thin-heeled and tinted pink with so much red mud seeped into them, looked different. China hid them all under furniture, behind the toilet, stacked them in piles and slept on them. When the dog was old enough to run and trip down the steps on her own, she took the shoes outside, put them in shallow ditches under the house. She'd stand rigid as a pine when we tried to take them away from her. Now China is giving like she once took away, bestowing where she once stole. She is birthing puppies.

Would you read this? I am but I am afraid of where this story is going.

Tired on the porch...

I am so tired I cannot think of a response to the One Minute Writer prompt. Who would you have been in a past life? Huh? My eyes will not read a word of my current book, Salvage the Bones. I do not want to play Temple Run 2. My eyes hurt from tears I shed watching the Canadian mogul gold medalist, Alex Bilodeau, embrace his brother, Frederic, until he pulled him over the barricade. Fredric has cerebral palsy and made a joyful noise. I subbed today in pre-primary impaired. I am usually quite objective at work. Some days hurt my heart...and it was -19 this morning.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

My mother and her sister...

My Mother, on the left, Stephanie and her sister, Helen. They look so young in this picture but have been gone for so long. Her birthday was on January 26th. I think of her so often. I was sixteen when she died at age forty-eight. I use her recipes still to bake for my family. She had  a short time but had such a profound effect on me and the way I live my life. I still feel her love. In the last few years family members have shared old pictures that give me a little more insight into the person my mother was.

I am trying so hard not to complain about our incredible weather. It is so cold. -18 this morning. So much snow. Frigid. Windy. I wear a scarf and slippers in the house to keep warm. My old front porch is connected to an old house with an old furnace...

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Cold on the porch...

            My porch is snow covered. Flakes are drifting down. The temp is -11. Everything is white.

                            Lake Superior is in front of me. The wind is so fierce I can barely stand. My fingers are         freezing through my gloves.  Being on the lake shore is so cold I feel like I am in the Artic.


                            The baby, we all still call her that, even though she is three, snowshoeing.
                               Hazel, stayed with me while I snowshoe in deep snow on Lake Superior.
                                             The snow in the backyard is as high as the fence.