Sunday, May 17, 2015

It's Monday What are you Reading?

Gone Girl is on the TBR pile along with Letters from Skye.  My reading is very slow these last few weeks.  But these two books need to be read so I can reduce the stack at the bedside.  Unfortunately by the time it's bed time, my eyes don't seem to stay open long enough to do anything.  GETTING OLD SUCKS!

I now understand when some of the ladies in the Long Term Care (where I volunteer) carry a book around for months.  There is some comfort in that, not much, but some.

I haven't pulled my camera out of it's case for months as well.  Maybe now that the snow has finally melted that can change too.  I don't know what's happening, but I get up all enthusiastic and get rolling, and then I flop.  I've actually pulled the blinds, so as not to look out at my messy yard.  The Dandelions are BACK with a vengeance., and the battle continues.  I want to be one of those people that say they are bored and have "nothing to do" just for one week, and not because I'm sick.

On the plus side, the winter was so wet that my evergreens have almost doubled in size.  BRAVO Mother Nature, that means I can hide the car parts from my neighbors view and we can still be friends, she works very hard in her yard, and I hate for her to see the awful mess.

Anyway... What are you reading and how are you spending this wonderful long weekend?


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Friday, May 15, 2015

The Afterlife of Stars...

I just finished this book, a little unusual.  I chose it based on the review by Shonna, of Canadian Bookworm.  I'd never read anything about the Hungarian Revolution.  In the end I felt this was a book about brothers, family and the  weight of loss and turmoil.  I particularly like the way the elder brother Attila referred to his brother Robert,  and he often tells him he can grow up to be the "singing nun".  Very humorous, in the midst of terror.  In essence the  book is told from the point of view of an eight year old Jewish boy, whose family is fleeing the Hungarian revolution.  A series of unfortunate events unfold and some strange occurrences. 

from the book cover:
 In the waning months of 1956, while Russian tanks roll into the public squares of Budapest to crush the Hungarian Revolution, brothers Robert and Attila Beck flee with their family to the Paris townhouse of their great-aunt Hermina. As they travel through minefields both real and imagined, Robert and Attila grapple with sibling rivalry, family secrets, and incalculable loss to arrive at a place they thought they’d lost forever: home.
 
In beautifully crafted writing that burns with intensity and humour, Joseph Kertes explores displacement and uncertainty in a dark time from the perspective of two boys filled with wonder at the world around them.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Baa Baa black sheep...

A face only a mother could love. 


Thursday, April 30, 2015

It's been a hard days night and I'll be sleeping like a log...

That's all I could think of when I finished packing solidly these two Bagsters.  The job continues of clearing out a home that has been well lived in for many, many years. 
I read about this large bag on Miss Mustard Seeds blog and thought this would solve my problem,  Well, it sort of did, it's not as large as I'd hoped so I had to get two, now I have to wait for pick-up and hope the neighbors don't add to my load.,  It's not cheap and they don't take just  everything, so I still need to arrange for large items to be removed and paints and cleaning stuff is yet another hassle.  There are a number of rules to all of this disposal of life products, really more than a person of my advanced years would like.  Thank heavens for little boys that grow up and are strong men, (wish they drove a truck).  Handy Andy was confined to the garage and pulling nails, since he can't pack a decent load of trash, I'll be sweeping that driveway once everything is removed, and probably picking up nails.  Wait till he sees the bill!  My motto is if you can't or won't do a good job you need to pay the bill!

Anyway thought I'd pass along some of my expertise on disposal.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Sunday Salon...The Lanugage of Flowers and The light Between the Oceans

I don't know if this is random or if I'm like the "Sugar Queen" and books find me, but... I finished reading the Language of flowers last week in preparation for my luncheon.
Well both books were heartbreaking stories of children, lost children.  I actually had to stop reading a couple of times to regain my composure, not good to cry on public transit.

While I like to read around the world these two books took me to San Francisco, and Australia.  Had to keep reminding myself that Australian Christmas are warm.

Both books very good stories, would recommend them both, great books.  And you'll look at flowers in a whole new way.

Up next... maybe a visit with Flavia.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Sunday Salutations... let's do lunch

Every year the group of ladies with who I love to paint host a fundraising luncheon.  The Harbourside Painters organized a lovely lunch, 16 table of 10 per table, each table is hosted by a member.  The member chooses a theme and then paints to her hearts content in that theme stream.  While I'm not a member, my friend Ruth  and I hosted a table.  Our theme was the language of flowers.  We painted wine glasses and martini glasses, and although no alcohol was served at the lunch the glasses got a testing.  The martini glasses served as candy dishes and the wine glasses as punch cups.  I also painted lovely little pocket compact mirrors with monograms.  Above and beyond all this, we had a great time. 

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

March Wrap up...

I've had a not so good reading month, not sure why, but I've only just finished an Inspector Banks Mystery by Peter Robinson.  Interesting and somewhat confusing, I almost wanted to take a highlighter out and sort things out.  Eventually I got it!  I've not read much of Inspector Banks, I like him, but I don't know him. 

A piece of my Heart, was a scary trip back to the time of the Manson Murders.  It was a very scary time, all that LOUD music, drugs and free love.  I'm so glad I wasn't part of that.  Never been to a rock concert, even though I did wear bell bottoms. 

From Publishers Weekly

Det. Insp. Alan Banks investigates the apparently motiveless murder of Nicholas Barber, a rock journalist from London visiting a small town near Banks's Yorkshire police precinct, in Robinson's less-than-stellar 14th novel to feature the Yorkshire police detective. Meanwhile, another mystery unfolds in a parallel narrative, the fatal stabbing of a young woman at a local rock festival back in 1969. Needless to say, the cases are intertwined—as Banks puts it, "the past is never over"—and part of the pleasure is trying to piece together the links. Unfortunately, Robinson takes too long to connect the two stories, and the earlier thread suffers from the lack of Banks's engaging presence (though it does capture, with great fidelity, that odd mixture of self-absorption and idealism of the late 1960s and the whole hippie/rock music scene). As always, the author's prose is clear, observant and intelligent, but the story itself is not nearly as compelling as 2005's Strange Affair. 6-city author tour. (June)