- Wonder Boy and I went to the pool yesterday and followed it up with some soft serve. I don’t care what Ronald Reagan (not the real one) says. Soft serve is ice cream and I love it. Especially dipped in rainbow sprinkles. Next weekend is the last that our pool is open. Wonder Boy put “Go to the Pool” on our calendar for every day this upcoming weekend.
- I’m actually caught up on True Blood, which is such a good show. Days when I have a new episode to look forward to? The best.
- Wonder Boy and I spent about 8 hours making jam last week. Hard work but definitely satisfying. And don’t start clamoring for your jar just yet. Eight hours we spent making that stuff so I want to just hang on to it a bit.
- At work I’ve been immersed in this long project that takes time and skill but is also a little tedious. But, when combined with my iPad and Netflix subscription, time flies! I’ve watched the entire series of Numbers and several movies. Have any movies you’d like to recommend? I’m open to suggestions as long as there are no boobs shown during the movie, which is how I’m screening what’s workplace appropriate.
- I’m number 39 on this list on Maggie Mason’s blog of things that make you happy. Just being on the list makes me happy.
- On Saturday I got to watch my niece. I was a little surly later in the day from having to wake up so early (I don’t know how my sister does it) but hanging out with the little gal was worth it. She’s obsessed with these two little dolls … and with spitting. It’s pretty funny.
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I don’t want to diminish my relationship with Fish by associating it too much with things, but a lot of what I remember of her is through her gifts to me. She always managed to get me something right on trend, something I would adore. A dancing flower, a hair crimper, my first camera.
Every single birthday and Christmas, like clockwork, I would receive a card from Fish. We would exchange notes where I am sure my end was appropriately childish. She told me about travelling around the world. By herself. And later, when I started to travel around the world, we were able to exchange notes. “You’re going where? I always want to go there.” “I just got back. It was wonderful.” “Someday I will get there.”
We were kindred spirits in that we were both infected by an incurable travel bug.
Thirteen months ago, for the first time in my memory, I didn’t receive a birthday card from Fish. It was around then she found out she was infected by an equally incurable bout of cancer.
Last Friday I went to Cleveland with my mother to visit Fish and say goodbye. She wanted me to go through her travel room, thinking I might appreciate her foreign treasures and souvenirs. While she lay weak in her hospital bed, I went back and forth from the travel room to her bedside. “Where did you get this?” (Peru) “You walked the Great Wall of China? That’s awesome.” (The hardest part were the tiny steps.) “Where is this mask from?” (Kenya or Tanzania, I forget.) “What’s this in the frame?” (Man’s skirt from the Amazon.) “You’re so close to the orangutan in this picture!” (Borneo. Don’t go to Borneo.) “Why do you own an Emily Post book? I know you’ve never read it.” (I don’t know. I just thought it was funny.)
When I left Fish’s house, I told her I loved her and how neat it was that we shared a love of travel and taking pictures wherever we went. “I don’t take as good of pictures as you do,” she said. “Right,” I agreed. “But you gave me my first camera so you get the credit.” She smiled.
Fish passed away on Saturday, about 24 hours after I was having these really great conversations with her. I could have had a really terrible goodbye. I could have to work to not remember her bald head or weak body, but instead I am able to remember the great conversations we were able to have, for which I am incredibly grateful.
Fish is in the bottom right of most of these images. Sorry for the others embarrassing themselves here. It’s just a happy picture. |
And so I’ve ended up giving the Hotel Stella and it’s slimy proprietor some press over at Rooms with Great Views. Fortunately, I was able to work a little warning into my picture description!
I had my own chance to cool off a few hours later when I soaked up some air conditioning and hung out with my niece, Evie. She’s newly crawling and watching her on the move is just so cute.
I finished the family- and fun-filled day at a five-person family birthday gathering where one little girl hopped up on lots of watermelon hammed it up for the camera all night long.
The Healing: A Novel by Jonathan Odell
I learned about The Healing from a summer reads list from NPR. The storyline alternates between pre-Civil War and the 1950s and focuses on Granada, a woman born into slavery. For the first few years of her life, Granada was a house slave acting as a pet for her master’s wife. Her life changed when the master bought a new slave – a woman who practiced natural medicine and selected Granada as her apprentice. The author, Jonathan Odell, does a nice job of exploring the concept of freedom and its value without letting that overpower the basic story.
Divergent and Insurgent by Veronica Roth
These are the first two books in what promises to be a popular ongoing series. Just before vacation, Wonder Boy and I swung by a local bookstore to pick up some travel books. When we walked in we were overwhelmed by the scads of teenage girls swarming the place. They were all there, we were told for a book signing with Veronica Roth who wrote Divergent. We were all “Who? “What?” But then a few days later when I was getting book for vacation and I saw Divergent, I decided to try it out. Thousands of teenage girls can’t be wrong, right? Right. It’s hard for me to properly evaluate Roth’s books because they seem so similar to The Hunger Games, falling into the same dystopian genre of books. (These seem to be the orphan books of today.) Ultimately, I don’t care if these were a knock off of The Hunger Games or anything else because they’re good. I loved Divergent and when I got home from vacation ordered Insurgent, which I read in under 24 hours.
If you’re getting ready for vacation, a trip to the pool or just want some easy summer reading, I recommend these. The topics are heavy, but you’ll fly through them.
The Queen’s Fool by Philippa Gregory
A lot of girls I know rely on Jodi Picoult as their go-to author. I can’t do that but understand the need for an author who’s consistently entertaining. I rely on Philippa Gregory and she doesn’t typically let me down. Her nooks are a good mix of historical fiction and smut. What’s not to like. This book for one. The Queen’s Fool uses characters from some of Gregory’s past books (there are only so many kings and queens to focus on) but this book showed inconsistencies. I didn’t like reading about Queen Elizabeth in a way that differed so much from how I’ve read about her in other books (by Gregory and others). It makes me start to question where the truth lies. And I don’t go to Gregory for thinker books. I’m not done with this author, but I wouldn’t bother with this specific book.
The Clothes On Their Backs by Linda Grant
Like a moody teenager, The Clothes on Their Backs was a little whiny and self-involved but enjoyable enough. It wasn’t the book I had intended to get and it won’t be one that sticks with me, but for a vacation read, not bad.
I read The Wedding for book club and I am very interested in hearing what my club members thought of the book. I loved it. This is Dorothy West’s second novel and she finished it at age 85. I typically hate seeing author’s photos – I think I prefer to make up what the creator of a story looks like based on the writing – but West is cute as a button. What I liked about this story was the exploration of race and skin color within one race, as opposed to among races. It was also a great reminder that as scandalous as we think things are now, everything has been done before.
Of the books I’ve read this past month, one that I enjoyed the most is the same one I struggle to describe. When she saw I was reading it, A Cup of Tea and a What Penny commented, “This one took me two attempts, but ended up being one of my favorite books I’d read in years.” I totally get that. When I started I was very meh about the story. But once I got on the plane to Turkey, reading a Nobel Prize winning book that takes place in Turkey got much better. Snow is an intense book that I don’t think I could recommend to many folks. It’s just … meaty. But the work to get through it is worth it.