I've just finished reading Lost Letters, Neil Mulligan. What a nice story line. It was predictable, no earth shattering revelations, just a love story with no blood and guts or lewd sexual scenes, or fowl language. I love that the author was accurate in his religious facts, and historical facts as well, even if the story line is fictitious. I love the mother and daughter relationship, and most certainly loved the "love story" portion. These love stories really do happen, there are people in the world that only fall in love once, and are faithful to their love. I don't read much romance, and I wouldn't say this was a romance, the only mystery left in this book, for me, was What happened to Tommy? I'd have wanted to know. For a very calm, nice read please give it a go.
Sunday Salon finds me with a sore hip today, I've been ripping up sod/or what's left of it. Handy Andy used excessive amounts of Killex on the "weeds" lawn, and thought lovely grass would sprout back. Well it didn't, and I didn't really want to replace the lawn while I had workers digging and throwing dirt on it, so now the work is done, and reconstruction of the yard can begin. It's a perfect day, cool no sun, but it looks like it might rain.
I'm almost finished the Postmistress, and I must say I'm feeling like Frankie Bard, with all that is happening in Syria. My parents lived through WWII, my father was POW in Majdanek, and they were transported in one of those cattle train cars to Siberia. Have we learned nothing? I guess not. I'm reading this book for my Postal Reading Challenge.
It's back to school for my boys this week, (men) so it's a good thing. I NEED to bake a cake today, something with chocolate. I always feel like my hard work is rewarded if I can come in, make a pot of tea and enjoy a slice of something that's not so healthy for me.
I’m going…
To be sore, I'm sure, so going someplace may not play into the schedule. Although I feel I need to go to the High Park Area.
A favorite quote…
You
have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something,
sometime in your life.
Winston Churchill
Wendy's rocker, that I stripped and began a re-upholstery on, Wendy will finish it!
I dropped off some items, Handy Andy has outgrown, to the Goodwill yesterday, and saw one of those gigantic rockers being donated. I've dying to buy one just so I could rock on... but I always think of Edith Ann (Lilly Tomlin).
It's been an ordinary week around here. Cold, and snowy, I've had to dig out my long johns, and wooly socks. I've resumed some of my studio time, after the break, and was immediately smacked up side the head with the possibility of a Provincial Election. The new premier designate says she's going to work with the opposition, Bravo. Let's see how long it takes for them to agree/disagree, I'm hoping at least till March break, end of April would be better, but... work is work. I'm loving how my little chair is working out, at furniture refinishing a it's very delicate, it will probably only hold the cat, or something of similar size, say a Princess, without the pea, and because I'm basically unstable I'm still working on my bench, both pieces require such different attention, when I get bored with one, I go to the next. My friend Anna gave me a jar of Friendship Soup and I made it with a few additions, mmmmmmmmmmmm. My husband is so happy I'm feeding him. We even had supper. Usually, when my son works we eat very late, I was a nice wife and fed him earlier. It's true the way to a mans heart is through the stomach. Then for supper I made what I like to eat spinach, needless to say he picked it out. Not sure I got to his heart, it's sort of stone these days. AGE, or neglect? It was lovely and sunny this afternoon, and I could not just iron, so I finished my The Messenger of Athens, Anne Zouroudi. I like the fat man. A very interesting read, I'm so glad I read the review at Mysteries in Paradise, I shall most definitely watch for more by this author. Reminds me a little of that old TV show the equalizer. I have a tiny little bit of laundry left to do in the a.m. and then I'm hitting my studio, it really needs my attention. I have a bunch of Christmas ideas still hanging around there and they need to be put aside, till I'm sure there will be no election. Work is so disruptive to the creative process, but one must have the $$$ to buy paint, and brushes. The weather is suppose to be warmer this week, double digits ? DanOrama is soon approaching, I have a good mind to attend. I hate it! but... boys will be boys. I understand the anticipation of retirement, even though I have not "really" worked. The week ahead looks ordinary yet again. Except for the DanOrama thing, and my good friend is also having a B day on the weekend, not sure I'm up for the celebration, but I must, we've been friends forever. And I could use a hug, sincerely, and maybe a laugh or two. Keep warm, and enjoy your week.
