~ A pressing headache, gurgling cough and Grand Canyon sneezes have smothered me and slammed me against the wall. I’m lying low, praying, pleading, begging, imploring God for a speedy recovery. People, dear people, are coming soon. I’m drinking weak lemon zinger tea.
~ I’m on the edge of being too sick to read, which is the most wretched of sickly conditions. I finished listening to Ken Follett’s Pillars of the Earth and I’m disappointed. Disappointed with the book (too much steamy sex and the writing is not up to snuff) and disappointed with myself for wading through it (I kept thinking it would get better when they started to build the cathedral). If I were you, I’d skip it.
~ As detox, I downloaded Elizabeth Gaskell’s Wives and Daughters from Librivox and listened to it. Lovely! If you enjoy Jane Austen, give Mrs. Gaskell a try. I think you’ll enjoy her character sketches. This is a book to hold, underline, mark up. Molly Gibson is a heroine to remember. Now I can watch the DVD.
~ We had three year old Gavin (our grandson) for the weekend. What exuberance and imagination. Joy, joy, joy.
~ I’ve written a post on growing up in the Plymouth Brethren. Like dough, it needs to rest a bit.
~ New author find!! Leslie Thomas in Some Lovely Islands writes the best anthropomorphic prose I’ve ever read. Period. Islands have shoulders, chins, elbows, fingers, noses, toenails. The wind raises itself up on one elbow to blow a puff or two across the land; a house is hunched against the wind; an abandoned cottage is embroidered in cobwebs; the sea and sky described as partners one doing the acrobatics, the other impassive, facing the audience, arms folded. Like the best new authors, he has introduced me to more authors to explore: the Great Blasket Poets and writers.
~ A new word: cerulean! The color of the sky last week. Thank you Sandy! I have to use it four times to remember it. Unfortunately the sky today could be called Gray Underwear. I like Cerulean and Azure