These "Possums" aren't playing "Possum."

The other day I went out to tend my compost maker. I have a 55 gallon plastic drum that I pile composting material in, add some water when I think about it, stir it once or twice a week (if I remember) and voila! Compost which is rich and grows stuff well. But I digress!
When I started to stir said compost, there laid an opossum on top of it. It was still alive!!! It didn't move much, but sorta hissed and bared its teeth at me. I thought about beating it to death since it was almost dead anyway, but that goes against my nature. So, I tipped the barrel over on its side and it came tumbling out and staggered away and thru my chain link fence to parts unknown. End of "possum sighting #1.
Day before yesterday, I was getting in my car, in the garage, and I smelled something dead. I went on my way, but when I got home, and pulled into the garage, the smell hit me again. So, I began to investigate. I found a dead possum in a trash can. Not the same possum either. This one was bigger. I dumped the trash can into another plastic bag, and disposed of the critter in the dumpster. BUT, the big question is, how did this varmint get into my steel walled garage, and then how did it get into a 40 gallon trash can? All I can think of is that it ran in there when the door was open for access while mowing the lawn. To get into the trash can, the rodent had to climb upon a bunch of precariously stacked boxes of Prof's stuff, then "dumpster dive" into the garbage can. Boy, I bet it was disappointed when it got in there and couldn't get out. This is a trash can I only use for "car trash" and contained only two cups from Starbucks, and an empty McDonald's bag. Not worth dying for, certainly.
But die it did. Stink it did. Where are these vermin coming from and how do I get rid of them? They have to be one of God's ugliest creatures. And I really don't want them around!!

Peace,
JE

Facebook: Friend or Foe

I can't decide if I like "Facebooking" or not. It starts out fun, then you get someone on there that thinks their opinion is the only right one, and they start pissing people off.
Such was this morning. I reposted (at the request of another) the Pledge of Allegiance. Then asked for people to repost in support of not taking the word "God" out of the pledge, and not removing the Pledge from schools. Well, I heard from several people who "liked" my post, and even from a veteran who said he "fought for the right to say 'one nation, under God.'" I didn't do this to piss people off. Then, a former friend (can a friend be former and still be a friend) whom I haven't seen for over 20 years, but who sent me a friend request, got all crappy about which "god" was I referring to, and we need a republican "god" and so on. Now I am steamed! Can I unfriend this guy? He has always been a "die-hard" liberal, but this was going too far in my opinion. And it is MY Facebook page. And Facebook is supposed to be for fun. This ceased to be fun when a war of words broke out. Now I am faced with either letting it go on and on, or "unfriending" this liberal jackass. What I have done was enter a comment for said jackass to "give it up. This is one argument you won't win on Facebook." Knowing him, this won't be enough. I am wishing now that I had never said anything about the Pledge in the first place. I also understand Jackass's right to say what he feels, and my right to say what I feel. This is not fun anymore.

Peace (on Facebook soon)
JE

The "Rut" Most Taken

I am finding, with retirement, that I seem to be falling into a rut. It's not a long fall, either. I think it sometimes can be a pleasant rut, too. I get up, eat the same thing for breakfast that I ate yesterday, go for my walk (added recently) then come home, jump into the shower, dress, pour my coffee, and head for the computer. I scan my e mails received over night, answer any that need to be responded to, relegate most to my spam file, and delete the rest. Then I check my blog roll to see if any of my "blog buddies" have posted. If so, I read them, and comment accordingly. Moving onto the "favorites" icon, I scan the local funeral home's web site to make sure I haven't missed the passing of someone I know. (Morbid? A little. Necessary? Yes.)
Now, it is time to refill my coffee cup, grab either my latest "in progress" novel, or handwork and head to my recliner. Sometimes, I listen to music, or I listen to whatever "music" my 18 year old grandson has blaring from the "attic."
On specified days (not necessarily the same ones each week) I do laundry, and clean. And cut the grass and weed the flower beds (if it's not to hot.) With Prof and Kiddo living with me, I don't have to empty the dishwasher (Kiddo's job) or load it (Prof's job) or take out the trash(again Kiddo's job) or cook much (alternate with Prof), so this makes my rut really comfortable.
Most days this rut is okay with me. Others, not so okay. I have been asked by other retirees if I want to volunteer at different places. So far, I just smile and say, "no thanks." I worked for 50+ years, and I just want to take it easy, go for my walk in my comfortable rut, and enjoy life without being caught up in the hustle-bustle of a world that is moving much too rapidly for me to keep up with.
Am I getting older? You bet, but as I age, I want to take time to STOP and smell the roses, (that just happen to be growing beside my "rut.")

Peace,
JE

God's Gifts

I was reading a devotional earlier this morning. It was about our gifts from God. It got me to thinking about my gifts He has given me.
Singing has always been my thing. I have sung in groups, and solo for as long as I can remember. My first solo was at a Christmas Eve service when I was 6. I sang, of all things, "Bring a Torch, Janette Isabella" in front of the entire congregation. I still remember the tune, just not all the words. That was 60 years ago, and I am still singing. What a glorious gift God has given me.

But, and there always seems to be a "but," my hearing is beginning to fail, so thus, I am singing less. It gets harder and harder to hear the accompaniment, and the voices around me in choir, and when I solo, I feel like I need to be standing on top of the piano.

In light of this happening, my artistic juices seem to be getting a boost. I find myself learning a new craft, or returning to an old one with more vigor. It seems like I have a better eye for color, and a talent for handwork that I never had before. Is God working another of His mysterious ways with me? I think so.

I am enjoying gardening more. I still don't like to mow and weed, but I do enjoy working out in the flowers, and tending my water feature. I am enjoying just being out in God's world more than I have in the past.

I have often heard that "when life closes a door, God opens a window." These changes in my life have made me believe it even more. I still want to sing, but now it is not so important. I know that God is watching out for me and giving me other things to do and think about.

Peace,
JE

Happy 4th of July everyone!

Just that...Happy 4th of July. Celebrate how every you wish. Just remember that without the forethought of our founding fathers, we wouldn't have the freedoms we have now. No where else in the world, do people have the freedoms we possess.
Right now I am concerned that we are slowly, but surely, losing those freedoms. What can we do about it, you may ask. We can stand up and let our voices be heard. We can vote! If there is a representative, senator, or even a local politico that you don't approve of, vote against him/her in the next election. Even at the presidential level, we have the power to vote that person holding the office out in the next election.
So, America, take charge, rally peacefully when needed, but do rally, and get out there and take charge of our country. It is our country, you know. Don't let a few dictate to the many! It's our time. We need to take advantage of it!

Peace,
JE

A Bumper Sticker

I saw this bumper sticker the other day on the back of a semi:

ABORTION?
What part of "Thou Shalt Not Kill" don't
you understand?

I'm just sayin"...

JE

What I Read #51

The Millionaires by Brad Meltzer: This fast paced novel by bestselling author Meltzer really rocks. Someone is embezzling large amounts of funds from a private bank. Oliver and his brother Charlie, both employees of the bank, are caught up in the corruption. When the Secret Service gets involved, things really start happening. Just who is guilty and who isn't.
This is 481 pages of fast action taking the reader from NYC to Orlando; right into the underground heart of Disney World.
If you haven't read this Meltzer work, you will not want to miss it. You also won't want to put it down until the last sentence.

Happy Reading,
JE

THIS IS ME...RIGHT THIS MINUTE..... NO DOUBT TOMORROW I'LL BE SOMEBODY ELSE!

Note: I stole this from my blog friend Mellodee, over at "Mellodee's Musings." She is a person with whom I have a lot in common and would like to meet for coffee (or tea) some time and just chat away the hours:

I AM... Sleepy! Or maybe Grumpy, possibly even Bashful, but I'm definitely NOT DOPEY!

I WANT... a good med/well steak, I’ve had a craving lately.

I HAVE... always had a hard time making friends. It's one of my biggest regrets.

I WISH I COULD... spend some time in Nova Scotia by the ocean. I have never been, but want to go.

I HATE... Hypocrites and liars!!

I DON’T REMEMBER...many good things about my High School years.

I LOVE... my family and friends.

I DANCE... by myself in my living room when no one is there.

I SING... all the time! Like no one can hear me.

I NEVER...have been farther than Mexico (Tijuana) and Canada (Niagara Falls).

I RARELY... dislike solitude, but I hate being lonely.

I CRY WHEN I WATCH...movies with bittersweet endings

I AM NOT ALWAYS... the person I wish I was!

I HATE THAT … My mate passed years before her time.

I’M CONFUSED ABOUT … all things technical!

I NEED … to get involved in some activity that would get me out of the house more.

I SHOULD … get back in the habit of attending church regularly. I have shied away since the loss of our pastor.

I DON'T ... believe how fast the days and weeks and years go by!

What I Read #50

Hot Mahogany by Stuart Wood: Another Stone Barrington novel. This time Stone is invloved with antique American furniture worth millions. Lance Cabot's brother, Barton is a dealer in this antique furniture. A piece worth several million seems to be missing. Stone is trying to find it. Along with his cop buddy Dino, Stone travels to upstate Connecticut not only to spy on the people he thinks are involved in the theft, but to shack up with other men's wives.
This novel is typical Woods. Fast paced, and humorous, it's a quick and entertaining read.

Happy Reading,
JE

Weird Phone Call

I just got a strange, and somewhat comical phone call. Someone called in regards to my son's ex wife. Now, bear in mind, he was married to this witch for about 5 months way back in 1999. Big mistake, and one that he PAID dearly for. Who ever this caller was, wanted information about this woman, quoting many last names, indicating that she has been married numerous times since being my brief daughter-in-law.
My response amused the caller. I said that she was no relative of ours. That she was married to my son very briefly way back in 1999. A hard lesson, but he learned it! I went on to say that if this guy found her, just take her out and shoot her. He would be doing the whole world a favor. And, if she owed him money, good luck! He might as well kiss it goodbye 'cause he would never see it. Oh, and "if you find her, just eliminate her, please!"
He was dumbstruck, but I am betting that he doesn't call back here again.
It's too weird when ghosts from the past rear their UGLY heads. Her's was one UGLY one I would just rather not be reminded of.

Lookin' for some Peace,
JE

What I Read #49

Spider Web by Earlene Fowler: Another great novel in the Benni Harper series. There is a sniper loose in San Celina, causing chaos and confusion. Benni's husband Gabe Ortiz, police chief of San Celina, and his officers are having no luck finding any clues to who is doing the shooting. But the shootings seemed to be targeted towards law enforcement officers.
All of this, combined with the arrival of a mysterious person from Gabe's past, makes for an interesting read. Every one of Fowler's novels that I read seems to get better. They bring back thoughts of a happier time when my late wife was living. Earlene Fowler was her favorite author and Benni her favorite character. She got me hooked on them, and now I anxiously await each new one.
I donated my wife's Fowler novels (she collected them all) to a small, nearby library. It looks like I will have to add this one to their collection.

Happy Reading,
JE

Summer Solstice

Today is the beginning of summer. It is said to be the longest day of the year. This brings on some feelings of wonder to this writer. Now the days will star getting shorter, light will not last as long, and before long, whether we want it or not, fall will be upon us.
Do not despair! There is still plenty of sunshine and heat out there. I just got back from my walk a few minutes ago. I'm glad I got up and got going early, because today promises to be a scorcher. Highs in the mid 90's with thunderstorms expected off and on later. Looking ahead, it is supposed to cool down later in the week. This is good for me, but my brother and sister-in-law are coming for a week, and they just aren't used to cool in the summertime. The last time they were here, it got down in the 50's at night, and they went around closing windows
and doors. When I make up their bed, I will have to remember to add an extra blanket for them.
As I grow older, it seems like the days pass so fast. I can remember as a kid, being raised on a lake, that Big Bro and I spent lazy days lolling in the sunshine and water. Swimsuits went on upon arising and we lived in them until bedtime. Days lasted forever. Now, they speed by. Time itself hasn't changed, but my internal clock sure has. Now, as I watch my little grands grow, and look at Kiddo, who is off to college in just a few short weeks, I marvel at how rapidly time has
flown.
Can we slow it down? No, all we can do is enjoy each day and all that it has to offer. Live, laugh, and love. That's really the three most important verbs to live by at any age.

Peace,
JE

37 Things About JE. (Not My Real Name.)

1. I descend from Irish/German. Both family lines have been in North America at least since 1843.

2. I am the youngest of two boys. I am the shortest in height, and look the oldest, which probably pleases my older brother.

3. Both parents are gone now; when they were alive they were fantastic parents,who really loved each other.

4. I collect nothing anymore. To much dusting. My late wife and I collected Nativity Scenes. Now all but a couple remain in boxes in the garage.

5. I like music related art work.

6. Milk makes me ill. But I can eat ice cream; go figure.

7. Coffee is my drink of choice. No latte or mocha, just coffee, fresh ground, please.

8. I try to walk every day. And watch my diet very closely.

9. I enjoy Opera. My favorite opera is “La Boheme”.

10. My favorite composer is Bach.

11. I am a certified Paraprofessional in Special Education .

12. I have gone through many heartaches and have survived..

13. After 66 years of living in the Midwest, I still live in the Midwest: Indiana.

14. I take medicine for high blood pressure and high cholesterol/triglycerides.

15. I have smoked tobacco and marijuana (once.). I quit smoking in 2000.

16. I hope I never stop learning and growing.

17. My fears – snakes, wind, dying alone.

18. I love to read. I would choose a book over most activities most of the time.

19. Things I haven’t ever done (so far) – , been arrested,( even for a traffic violation,) bungee jumped, or had a passport.

20. I love to garden; not the mowing or weeding, but planting things and watching them grow is fascinating.

21. Some of my favorite things – thunderstorms, a back rub, Netflix, Margaritas, and other things which would make this blog "not safe for work." Beside that, my kids read this!

22. I continue to operate on the advice of "Make a joyful unto the Lord."

23. I never heard of blogs until 2006. Now I am ‘quite into it’ and enjoy the opportunity to write and ‘meet others’ through their writing.

24. I have your basic "Procrastination" wiring. It drives those around me "nuts" but they adjust.

25. I am Protestant, Methodist.

26. I am ambidextrous, but write right handed. Eat left.

27. I have a small hump at the base of my neck.

28. I can’t operate the X Box 360 or Play Station that my grandson hooks up to my TV.

29. I taught English at a 2 year college for a while.

30. I am aggravated by ignorance, rude people, and drivers using cell-phones.

31. I make crocheted stuff, my own greeting cards,and I have even made a few quilts.

32. I tend to ramble if I talk too much.

33. I speak some Spanish; I do English well; my choice of subjects to teach.

34. I don't like hot and spicy foods; I love Ice Cream!

35. My favorite mustard is Dijon.

36. I think it would be fun to meet people with whom I blog, and my pen pal in New Zealand.

37. I want to see Nova Scotia before I die.

What I Read #48

Bleachers by John Grisham: For 34 years Eddie Rake coached football in Messina. Now Coach Rake is dying of cancer. In his last days, word went out, and former players began returning to Messina to hold a vigil.
This is the story of that vigil, and the memorial service that took place after Coach passed away. It is a bittersweet story of several men who, as teenagers, played for Rake. They gather in the stands of Rake Field, drink beer, and reminisce. Some have become successes, some have not, but they all have the glory days of high school football in common. This is the time to share that commonality.
I was moved by this book. It brought back memories of my high school time in a very small community. The game of choice there was basketball, instead of football, but the feelings of the community were the same. For several years, we had a losing team, then Coach Piper came on the scene. He succeeded where other coaches failed. This novel reminded me of those days where our Tigers, my brother included, brought home trophy after trophy.
A feel-good read, this is a short book. Very unlike you expect from Grisham, but in the same flavor as his Playing for Pizza.

Happy Reading,
JE

Quote That Touched My Very Soul Today!

I read this this morning and it's been on my mind all day today. When I think about it, it really touches me right where I live!


"There comes a time in your life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Forget the bad, and focus on the good. Love the people who treat you right, pray for the ones who don't. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is a part of life, getting back up is living."

Walking away is never easy, forgetting is even harder.

Peace,
JE

Common Sense and More!

Mellodee, a fellow blogger over at "Mellodee's Musings" wrote an entry about a runner/jogger in her Austin, TX neighborhood that was hit by a car and killed. It was determined by the Austin police that the jogger was trying to cross against the light at a busy intersection and got hit by a car. Anyone familiar with heavy city traffic knows that this is a "no-no."
It seems that whenever something like this happens, the driver of the vehicle is to blame. Well, since I have begun walking, I can say that this is not true at all. I have seen pedestrians try to beat a light, a train, and vehicles. Bicyclers don't obey the laws of the road, and joggers press their luck by jogging in the street, during the busiest times of day, and seem to think everyone should watch out for them.
Mellodee thinks, and I agree wholeheartedly with her, that the following rules should be posted in every town, newspaper, blog, internet service, etc. They might just save some lives. (But only if the city officials enforce them.)

1. Follow all applicable traffic and pedestrian laws.
2. NEVER attempt to "beat" traffic or a stop light.
3. Do not assume that you have the right-of way at all times!
4. PAY ATTENTION!! Don't get lost in "the zone", always pay attention to automobiles, motorcycles, bikes, pedestrians, and your surroundings in populated areas.
5. Use common sense and do not expect others to watch out for you! Your safety? Your responsibility!

Peace,
JE

What I Read #47

Perfect Peace by Daniel O. Black: When Emma Jean Peace gives birth to her seventh son, she is determined to fool the whole community by raising that son as the daughter she always wanted. Never giving it a thought to how it will affect the child's life, she showers "Perfect" with everything she hasn't given her sons. Even love.
When "Perfect" discovers "she" is a "he" it not only shatters Emma Jean's dream, and life, it becomes the talk of the small, black community of Swamp Creek. Why did Emma Jean do this? Has she lost her mind?
Despite criticism and cruelty within his own family and the community, Perfect, now Paul, rises above it all as he grows up. But will he ever find perfect peace?
In this novel, Daniel Black has opened up rural, black Southern lives, baring them raw. The uneducated, yet hard working people of the mid-twentieth century were a complex breed, and Black has shown us just how complex.
I was captivated by this work. The further I read, the more I wanted too. Black is a dynamic voice for the plight of his people. This poignant story lets us know just how dynamic he is!

*Note: All images of this book cover must be copyrighted. I couldn't download one. Sorry!

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #46

Playing The Game by Barbara Taylor Bradford: I know what you're thinking...more "chick lit." (Excuse me ladies, that is not political correct, but you get the idea). Well, let me tell you, folks, this was a very good read, and interesting to boot.
Annette Remmington is the owner of her own art dealership. She deals in "high-end" art that only the very rich can afford. One of her clients inherits an estate filled with art. He calls in Annette to appraise the paintings and sculpture. And she finds an obscure Rembrandt worth millions.
But that's not all she finds. But, my friends, you gotta read on to find out just what and who she finds.
The art dealt with in this novel is real, even though the characters, time, place, etc. are fiction. I learned a lot about art and what makes it either of value or worthless. Put this one on your summer reading list.

Happy Reading
JE

Fractured Friday Stuff!

On Wednesday I told you readers that I bought a French coffee press and I love it. My sister-in-law told me last evening that some guru in the Dallas area said that using a French press releases some enzyme in the coffee that raises ones bad cholesterol. Darn, as if I didn't have enough of a fight with that stuff (the cholesterol, not the coffee), now I gotta worry about using the French press. Well, I decided "to heck with that," we all have to go sometime, right? And I still like my French press and I'm gonna use it. The only thing I don't care for, is the dregs in the bottom of the cup, but I just dump them out when I get down that far.

Peace,
JE

Random Wednesday Stuff

I have risen early every day since(and including) Sunday. I feel better physically and mentally from not laying in bed forever.

Yard work is progressing, slowly but surely, though it would go faster if it wasn't so d**** hot and humid out there.

Prof and her beau are splitzville. I feel sorry for her going through this crap once again.

Only 73 more days until Kiddo leaves for college. It will be a glad/sad day around here.

My two little grands are growing up so fast! The Divine Miss K is almost 3 already, and RJ turned 1 last week. He looks so much like his daddy.

I started Weight Watchers today. My points allowed aren't unlivable once I get used to weighing and measuring everything.

I liked it better when my Best Friend, Curley, didn't work so many days a week. It limits our yakking time.

I haven't heard from fellow blogger, Mellodee, in over a week. Maybe the Southern heat has gotten to her. Where are you Mel?

My schedule of events for the next few months includes too many dr. appointments. Heart, ear, eyes, teeth, prostate, annual physical, blood work. Ugh! This getting old is not for sissies, and it's d*** expensive. (But, alas, better than the alternative.)

I begin exercising in earnest today. Walking will be my exercise of choice.

I still get to drink as much black coffee as I want.

I am not going to talk my diet to death, just will keep you up on the latest losses. (That's the whole point, anyway, and I intend to exercise bragging rights.)

Prof wants a new job. I keep praying every day that one is on the horizon for her. Not because I want her gone from here, I just want her happy. She's been sad long enough.

There's too much drama in life.

I bought a French coffee press and I love it. Now I want a bigger one. Mine is only 1 cup!


Well, coffee is brewed and waiting. I need it!

Peace,
JE

What I Read #45

The Brave by Nicholas Evans: The story of Tommy Bedford, a young boy from a dysfunctional British family. Tommy hides is discomfort with his family by watching American westerns on TV. Fearing that they will be snubbed my their peers, Tommy's parents send him off to boarding school at age 8. Here, he is bullied, yet learns to fight back.
When his sister, an accomplished British stage actress is offered a part in an American movie, Tommy is "hijacked" and goes to Hollywood with her. This is a move that changes his life forever.

This novel by the author of The Smoke Jumper and The Horse Whisperer is certainly different from his other books. I found the story hard to follow at times because it kept jumping from when Tommy was a child, to when he was an adult. The only way to tell when the time frame changed was when his name went from Tommy to Tom or vise-versa.

Though I enjoyed The Brave, I didn't think it compared to some of Evan's earlier works.

Happy Reading,
JE

What I did Today or "I Am Pooped"

Today I decided to work outside. I went to the stores and bought geraniums, spikes, salvia, impatens and mulch. I laid down the black vinyl sheeting that goes under mulch. Then I put down mulch. I planted my salvia in pots and in the ground, and I planted the impatens in a pot with a spike. The I planted my porch boxes with geraniums and spikes. I got out the new birdbath that I brought home from Texas. I put together the new water feature, and set around the other pieces of yard art. I weeded, fed, weeded, and weeded some more.
This evening, I am sore. I am so out of shape from being a slug all winter and spring and not doing much but crafting and reading. But, I am proud of what I did, and how it looks. Of course, it is a work in progress and needs more mulch and a lot of TLC. This was just on the east side of the house. I haven't begun to work on the front, or west side, and the back always just gets a "lick and a promise." But I want to make it pretty, too. It's mostly shaded, so I can find plenty to do all day long out there.
Got to go take some more Tylenol.

Peace,
JE

What I Read #44

Mourning Gloria by Susan Wittig Albert: Another China Bayles mystery. The town of Pecan Springs is in a turmoil over a arson-homicide. China is in the throes of helping Sheriff Blackie solve the ugly crime.
Join China and the gang as they go about operating their businesses in downtown Pecan Springs. Be aware that China's husband, McQuaid, is out of town, giving China even more freedom to spring into action as her own personal investigator.
Discussed in this novel are many plants as usual, only you will find that some of the most innocent plants that even you may have growing, have psychoactive properties. These discussions make this an even more entertaining read.
Whittig-Albert has again brought the reader to the fictitious Texas town of Pecan Springs, and makes it and the people living so believable that you want to visit.

Happy Reading,
JE

Cars

Since early on, I have been a car affectionado. The very first car I remember from my childhood is a 1951 Chevrolet Bel Air Deluxe. It was dark blue with a white top. It was a two-door coupe. Dad always liked nice cars, and was financially able to trade every 2 years. I remember a 1957 Oldsmobile Super 88. Charcoal gray with gobs of chrome. All of our cars sported white sidewall tires, too. We had a 1959 Ford Galaxie, too. Dad was on his way into work one morning and the local vet ran a stop sign and T-Boned the Galaxie. Insurance insisted on having it fixed, but it was never right after that, and besides Dad never was a Ford fan. A 1960 Pontiac Ventura replaced the Ford, and we never owned another "Found On Road Dead."
I learned to drive when I was 12. I learned in Mom's 1958 Chevrolet. I was allowed to drive, with Mom on the country roads around where we lived. If I was really nice, and played my cards right, I could usually talk Mom into letting me chauffeur her to Grandpa B's, taking the "back way" which was all country roads, and was about 20 miles.
When I legally began driving, I bought my first car. A 1954 Plymouth Savoy. Boy, I thought I was living. It was a two door, and a standard shift. It only had one thing wrong with it; when the temperature got below freezing, it wouldn't start. Well, Dad drove it to work one day for some reason or another, and when he came out of the office, it was colder, and the Plymouth wouldn't start. He insisted that I trade it off the next day, and helped me do it. I moved up to a 1957 Chevrolet. Every guy's dream car. Wish I still had it. Wow! Black with a white top.
Other cars I owned while in my bachelor years were a Volkswagon Beetle, a 1963 Nova, and a 1966 Chevy Impala Super Sport. Ah! Those were the days.
Car shopping now a days is not nearly as much fun. For one thing, have you ever suffered from sticker shock. I remember paying $3600 for my "66 SS. Brand New!
Another thing, all the cars look pretty much the same. What ever happened to being able to tell not only what kind of car, but exactly what body style it was? Now I can't tell a Chevy from a Toyota or a Nissan or Honda. They all look alike!!! Aren't car makers interested in class and style anymore. Where is their imagination and ingenuity?
I long for the day of Tail fins and chrome. Real steel and metal, not so much plastic. There was something to say for the old "boats" of years gone by. They had class, they had style, they were comfortable to ride in. Yes, they used gas much faster and were not eco-friendly, but we have lost something that was near and dear to my heart.

Peace,
JE

I Am Home, Retired and Tired...

I had a simply grand vacation. It was relaxing. Absolutely NO stress involved. My Bro and SIL were the ultimate hosts. They fed me well, and let me sleep until I was ready to get up in the mornings. They took me to see neat stuff and we visited some really nice eateries.
Now I am home and am still recovering from "jet lag." That is, if you can get jet lag from a flight of only 1 hour and 40 minutes and only crossing one time zone. That's my excuse and I am sticking to it.
Truthfully, I have turned into a slug. It is so much easier to stay home in my comfort zone, and recliner than it is to go away. And, I have been caught up in the whirlwind of activity centered around Kiddo's graduation ever since I hit the door. Now that that stuff is all history, I am planning on setting some new goals for myself.
I need to get up earlier. This is bugging me probably the most. When I don't hit the kitchen until about 10 AM, I feel like I have wasted half the day.
I need to regulate my eating habits. This is going to happen. Those of you who read my daughter's blog know that we are starting Weight Watchers. I only hope it works for me. I have some serious tonnage to lose.
I need to get more exercise. I sit and read or do my crafting so much right now that I feel like I am becoming attached to a chair (or recliner). I have "silver sneakers" option with my health coverage and have been invited to go with friends to the Y for water aerobics. I just have to get up the nerve to don a bathing suit, looking like a beached and bleached whale, and go for it. I like to walk and could use a walking partner at our local walking trail. Maybe if I went sometime, I might meet some single female walking who would like to have a walking partner.
I need to get off Prozac. I talked to my friendly family Dr. and he said it was time, but only if I felt confident to do so. I have to do the alternating day on day off, then two days off and so on until I am off of it. It is scary to me to do this because it has been my safety net since my wife's death. What if I am a babbling idiot without it? I hope my family and friends understand if I don't do well for a while. Or if, heaven forbid, I can't cope and have to stay on it for a longer time. I am willing to give it a try anyhow, and see how it goes.
If I can accomplish these things, life will be great. Not that it isn't great now, but I think I will be happier with myself. That is the most important thing in life...to be able to like yourself!

Peace,
JE

What I Read #43

Cold As Ice by Anne Stuart: Her job was supposed to be an easy one. All attorney Genevieve Spenser had to do was deliver some legal documents to Harry Van Dorn and get his signature. Soon she discovers that this is no easy task as her life is put on the line.
Will she give her life to Dorn's evil cause, and become collateral damage, or will she survive?
Stuart does a fine job of holding the reader's interest until the climax of this novel. She is a "master of creating chilling atmosphere with a modern touch/" (Library Journal)
For a quick read on a rainy afternoon, pick this one up!

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #42

Tick Tock by James Patterson and Michael Ledwidge: Another Mike Bennett thriller. Patterson cannot write Mike Bennett novels fast enough to suit me.
Detective Mike is on vacation with his family of 10, plus his grandfather Seamus, and the nanny MC. He is called back to work to hunt down a killer within the city of NYC.
It seems that this killer is copying murders that were committed years ago by notorious criminals.
This is an extremely good read, and will have you anchored to your chair until you get it finished.

Happy Reading,
Je

Hotmail Hell!

While I was on vacation, Prof used my computer to access her Hotmail account while her laptop was charging, or something. According to her, this only happened once or twice, but now, for some reason, she is locked in as a user on my computer and I cannot access my Hotmail account. Every time I try to go on my account, it comes up with her user name and says that someone was using my computer to send out spam mail or some such nonsense. I tried to log on with my laptop and got the same message. Also, when I go to blogger, via my shortcut on my screen, it comes up "cannot access" because of the darn Hotmail snafu.
AND, to make matters worse, there is no 800 number to access Microsoft for this problem, and if you follow their instructions on line, it just sends you in a circle and you keep getting the same error messages and stuff. ARRRRGGGGG!
I hate Microsoft! Either they are a bunch of idiots in tech clothing, or they assume that we are all idiots!

I am so pissed!

JE

PS: This hinders all comments that some courteous blog reader might wish to make from reaching me. So, desist commenting until Prof and I figure this out. I will let you know when it's safe to resume. Thanks!

About Growing Older

This list of sage advice is attributed to Will Rogers, who died in a plane crash in 1935. He must have been one smart fellow, for his advice still holds true today!



First ~ Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying
about your age and start bragging about it.

Second ~ The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.

Third ~ Some people try to turn back their odometers.
Not me; I want people to know 'why' I look this way.
I've traveled a long way, and some of the roads weren't paved.

Fourth ~ When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth,
think of Algebra.

Fifth ~ You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or
leaks.

Sixth ~ I don't know how I got over the hill without getting to the top.

Seventh ~ One of the many things no one tells you about aging
is that it's such a nice change from being young.

Eighth ~ One must wait until evening to see how splendid the day has been.

Ninth ~ Being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.

Tenth ~ Long ago, when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks,
it was called witchcraft.
Today it's called golf.

And, finally ~ If you don't learn to laugh at trouble,
you won't have anything to laugh at when you're old

What I Read #41

Rosie by Alan Titchmarsh: Rosie Robertson, a vivacious, 87 year old grandma, believes she is heir to the Romanov throne of Russia. She is also a handful for her watchful grandson Nick.
This is a tender story of the love of two people on opposite ends of the age spectrum. When she needs him the most, Nick is there to take in Rosie. She is full of advice, and also pulls some embarassing stunts, yet there is no doubt that she loves her grandson dearly.
There is no generation gap here. Just a wonderful blend of romance and humor and endearing love.
I would put Rosie on your must-read list!

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #40

Where Mercy Flows by Karen Harter: Samantha and her son TJ are moving from Reno back to her hometown. She has been gone for seven years, after running off to get married at age 17.
Struggling with a secret in her past, as well as a failing heart, Samantha is faced with some tough decisions.
Her dad, Judge Dodd, is a staid and straight-laced man who needs to forgive Samantha and needs her forgiveness as well.
Will the rocky relationship between father and daughter be overcome? This novel shoots straight into the heart of the reader.

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #39

Rainwater by Sandra Brown: The year is 1934. The place is a small Texas town. Ella Barron is a divorcee with a special needs son. To make ends meet, Ella runs a boarding house. Two of her boarders are spinster sisters, Pearl and Violet. When David Rainwater comes to town and needs a place to stay, he takes a room with Ella.
In a small town full of bigots, and do-gooders, there is bound to be a clash eventually. What happens as a result of these clashes will astound you.
This is a story of Ella's courage, David's determination, and the discovery that Ella's son, Solly, is not retarded. As a matter of fact, he's quite remarkable.

A good read. Enjoy!

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #38

Not My Daughter by Barbara Delinsky: Four prominent women in town are best friends. Three of the four have daughters that announce that they are pregnant. They are seventeen, seniors in high school, and destined for college next fall.
These are girls who have been nurtured, loved and taught right from wrong. How could this be happening?
Will the town turn against the girls and blame the mothers? Will lives be ruined?

This is a poignant story of a mother's love. Though it is fiction, it is happening today in our society. Once again, Barbara Delinsky comes through with using her writing skills to bring to light another of societies problems. This is one book that should be on every Mom's reading list; Dad's too. It speaks of parental love in the most realistic manner. A good read!

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #37

Worth Dying For by Lee Child: Jack Reacher is again the hero of the day. While traveling from point A to point B, Jack gets involved with in the problems of a small community in the middle of nowhere, Nebraska. It seems that everyone who lives there is scared of the Duncan family. They rule the community with an iron fist. Soon, Reacher is trying to come to the aid of the downtrodden.

Showing no mercy to those who confront him, Jack Reacher strives to change the lives of those around him. I kept waiting for him to appear wearing his "super suit and a cape." He's that kind of hero.

Well worth the night I stayed up until 2:00 AM finishing this one.

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #36

Night Over Water by Ken Follett: It's 1939 and England has just declared war on Germany. Many people are trying to leave England and flee to the US in order to avoid war and have some hope of maintaining a lifestyle they are accustomed to.
The Flying Clipper, Pan American's luxury aircraft is making it's last trip from Southhampton to New York City. Aboard are a wide variety of people including an aging actress, a princess, a German physicist, a common, but clever thief, as well as an assortment of the wealthy, snobby upper crust of English society.
What happens when this flying hotel encounters a storm mid the Atlantic, and turmoil withing the passengers and the crew.
Hang on for an exciting, bumpy ride as this massive aircraft cleaves the skies.

Happy Reading,
JE

What the Heck?

I'm not sure what is going on with Blogger, but some of my comments disappeared. On my last post, I had the nicest comment from the AUTHOR OF THE BOOK and now it's gone. This has never happened to me before. And I have never had an author comment on a post before, so I am really disappointed in Blogger right now. I want to say ,"put it back: now!" We little people don't get the privilege of hearing from a published author very often.
Maybe I should switch to Tumbler or one of the other blog sites.

Whatcha all think? (OMG! I've been in Texas too long...LOL!)

Peace,

JE

What I Read #35

Final Target by Steven Gore: In this, his debut novel, Gore creates a believable story of stock fraud, ties to the Ukrainian underworld, crooked financial handlers, and bogus government employees.
Jack Burch, a lawyer of renown is being framed for something he didn't do. Or did he? Before his innocence can be proved, he is shot down while jogging his morning route. As he lays near death, his best friend, Garham Gage, a private investigator, goes into action to find out who shot Burch and why.
This action-packed thriller is quoted as being "a James Bond for grown-ups." I agree!

Happy Reading,

JE

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mom's Day to all you ladies out there that were brave enough to take on motherhood. You all certainly have my humble admiration!

Peace,
JE

MOMS

In two more days, it will be Mother's Day. I could wait and post about mothers then but I had them on my mind today. No guess where my mind might be in two days!! You know...those "senior moments."
First that comes to mind is my mom. She was a dandy. A lady in every sense of the word. She was kind and considerate to everyone, and a great mother-in-law and grandma. Both my brother and I still miss her kindness and humor.
Next was my late wife. She was a great partner to me and mom to our kids. Strict in some instances, and very lenient in other ways. Maybe sometimes a little critical, but even then she had the kids best interests at heart. It seems like she always knew the right thing to do in a crisis, then fell apart when it was all over. She had a big heart. We all regret that it quit beating all too young. She is missed.
My daughter is a fabulous mom. She has basically raised her teenage son alone since he was 3. And she has done a fantastic job. She is the type of mom to give Kiddo space, yet lets him know that he has boundaries. She is loving and funny and rolls with the punches. I notice that she always ends the day with Kiddo with "I love you." What more can a father, grandpa ask for?
My daughter-in-law is a wonderful mom, too. With two little ones under 3 she has her hands full and takes it all in stride. She has the patience of Job and doesn't let the kids rile her, at least not outwardly. She's a good wife to my son and they are a happy family.
I must mention my sister-in-law here, too. She is a marvel. She's a loving wife to my brother, and friend to me, and a great mom and grandma. She is a gardener, not only of plants and earth, but of the soul. Her faith is strong and it shows in the way she conducts herself. I appreciate her more than I can say.
One other mom pops up here, and that is Curley. Curley is probably the most patient person I know. She seldom says an unkind word about anyone. She is supportive to those around her. She takes splendid care of her husband and two sons. She befriends those who are down. She cares for the weak, both in body and spirit. She has dedicated her life to her family, and was a stay-at-home mom for years and years. When she decided to go to work, she got a job helping others at our local senior center. What a gal! Curley, you are one of a kind and I am glad you are my friend.
So, hats off to moms everywhere, but especially to those who have touched my life. They are all wonderful.

Peace,
JE

Books Galore and Other Stuff!

This afternoon my brother and I headed out to his library. WOW! It is huge. Where my small town library has maybe 8 or 10 rows of books,(fiction) this library has at least 50. The whole ground floor is fiction. The non-fiction is on an upper level. I was amazed. So, I pulled a few goodies off the shelves, and Bro checked them out on his card. Now I am satisfied for at least a week.
We also went to some hardware stores. It's a guy thing, but we did need to replenish the supply of wild bird seed. And we stopped at McDonald's so I could get my fry fix. And a "sweet tea." We're back home and I just came in from the deck where we put up the table umbrella and got out the chair cushions.
Sis-in-law continues to mulch, mulch, mulch. Last night she went to her "garden club" and brought home even more plants. Us guys stayed home and watched "Criminal Minds" and "Special Victims," drank beer and just enjoyed each other's company. I guess we will have another night by ourselves, as it is Sis's night to go play Mai Jong. We talked about going to Sonic for chicken fried steak sandwiches. Don't know about that though. Lots of carbs! Tomorrow lunch we are meeting friends at a Mexican restaurant. That should be fun. Next week is a Rangers baseball game one afternoon. Bro has to have some minor surgery on the 11th for a growth on his cheek. It has been determined that it is cancerous, but not serious. We also have relatives coming in from San Diego for an overnight stay before they move on to more relatives in Fort Worth. Time sure is passing fast. Before I know it, it will be time to say farewell and fly home. I am missing my family, but know they are all taking care of themselves with out my help. I am relaxing and having a great time. Praise the Lord for that!

Peace,
JE

What I Read #34

Nighttime Is My Time by Mary Higgins Clark: Someone is killing the graduates of the Stonecroft Academy. Returning alumna, Jean Sheridan, is there for her 20 year reunion. She finds out that all the gals sat with at lunch while in high school at the tony prep school have all died mysterious. That is all but she and her classmate, Laura. Are they next?
Once again, Clark, the queen of mystery and suspense, has captured the essence of the small town being ravaged by the fear of a serial killer. This is just one of her many successes.

While I am on vacation, I am away from my beloved library, so am reading some "pulp fiction" picked up here and there or on loan from friends. Being away from my main "source" is hard, but I persevere and grab what is available to read. My family here collects Reader's Digest Condensed Books. Maybe I can find something interesting there....NOT!

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #33

Hot by John Lutz: PI Fred Carver is hired to find out what is going on in Key West, FL. Retired policeman Henry Tiller, who lives in Key Montaigne suspects drug running and other crimes are being committed by rich man Walt Ranier. He seems to own the Key.

Asissted by his girlfriend, Beth, and a cop friend DeSoto, Carver goes on the hunt.

This novel moves, is exciting and comes to a powerful, surprise ending. Dated 1992, I picked this one up at my local used bookseller. I am going to look for more novels by Lutz.

Happy Reading,
JE
*Note: I'm on vacation so not posting pictures of covers at this time.

Here's What I Think...

The news of the death of bin Laden reached me last night. At first, I was joyous, just like many other Americans. I have friends who have children and grandchildren fighting the good fight in the Mideast, so my first thought was of them.
But, in retrospect my feeling is this: isn't it a shame that the world is in such a crisis that we have to hunt down people and kill them to have some peace. What bin Laden orchestrated in our country with the distruction of the twin towers, the downed plane, and the crash at the Pentagon was unforgivable. I understand that. This force of evil needed to be eliminated, and it seems that he was a coward and hid behind his followers like a child hiding behind its parent.
If his death was the only way to end this mayhem, then I guess that was the way it had to be. But it is a shame that our world has come to this.
The Bible speaks that "there will always be wars and talks of wars." It also teaches us that "thou shall not kill." Maybe someday we will all be able to live this way. So, today, I guess I feel grateful to the soldiers who persevered all these years to find and eliminate another threat of terrorism, but in my heart I can't help but feel that there should have been another way.
Bear in mind that this is only my opinion and one not shared by many.

Peace (hopefully soon),
JE

Deep in the Heart of Texas!

I'm in Texas! I'm on vacation. I flew down to vist my brother and sister-in-law yesterday. It was a fabulous flight. It was cold and dreary when I left home, and the airport. Three minutes after take off we were above the clouds into the sunshine. That never ceases to amaze me. The flight was smooth as glass all the way here. I didn't "white knuckle" once.
Today is a beautiful day. Bro thinks it's cool out, but I think it's wonderful. I am headed for their deck as soon as possible. I slept wonderfully last night. I guess I am used to this bed by now having visited several times before, and it was quiet and cool, which also added to my good sleeping. But, I think just being here, safe in the arms of those who love me, makes the difference.
I think we are going to the Home Depot or Lowes today and maybe the local library, but otherwise we will just hang out and enjoy each other's company.
I will keep in touch, and keep you all updated, and just remember, I am on vacation!!

Peace,
JE

What I Read #32

Power Down by Ben Coes: This novel by new author, Coes, had me spending a whole day reading. It is believed that it's the work of terrorists that is wrecking some of the U.S.'s major energy sources. Former Delta soldier Dewey Andreas is taxed almost beyond human endurance to bring the bad guys under control. Murder and mayhem are by-words for this story.
Author Coes, a former White House employee, knows the facts and how to present them.
It was a good thing yesterday was a rainy day. It assuaged any guilt I might have about spending the entire day reading Power Down from cover to cover. I recommend this novel to any of you that like a political thriller! This is it! At it's finest.

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #31

The Home for Broken Hearts by Rowan Coleman: Ellen Wood, a young and recent widow, is searching for a way to keep the family home. She decides to take in boarders. Sabine, a German business associate of Ellen's sister, Hannah, Allegra, a writer of "bodice ripper" historical fiction, and Matt, a writer for a bawdy men's magazine, all move into Ellen's spare rooms.
It becomes complicated when Allegra calls on Ellen to help write her latest novel, and Matt seems to be falling in love with her. Add her eleven-year-old son Charlie to the mix and you have a hilarious mix of people living under the same roof.
At times, this novel was quite touching, and other times, had me rolling with laughter.

Happy Reading,
JE

Sage Advise revisited

I had a recording of this monologue once, but I can't find it. It really moved me then, and now it seems like,, since I am growing older, the advise given in 1999 by Baz Luhrmann, is even more appropriate for today. That's why I took the license to change the first line. This is for everyone, no matter what your age or stage in life. Enjoy!



Ladies and Gentlemen of the year, 2011,
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…

Culinary Excellence

When I lived alone, I seldom prepared a meal for one. I was a proponent of Lean Cuisine or what ever frozen stuff was on sale, plus sandwiches and for a treat, a dish of ice cream. I ate when ever I wanted to, because no one was there to tell me differently. I still eat that way when Prof and Kiddo aren't home. Today was an example.

My sandwich of choice for today was:
2 slices of bologna with grated Parmesan cheese between
lettuce
a thick slab of onion, prefer Vidalia, but they're out of season so I used a sweet, white.
a slathering of Miracle Whip
a big dollop of Dijon mustard
served on two slices of soft, stick-to-the-roof-of-your-mouth whole wheat bread.

Cost of said sandwich...priceless!

Happy eating
Peace,
JE

What About Disney Films.....

I lifted this list and edited it. Let's hear your opinions !

Which Disney film is your favorite?

Mary Poppins is by far my favorite. No particular reason, I just like it. Peter Pan ranks right up there, too. Saw it in 3rd grade, the school actually bussed to a local theater to see it. We "played" Peter Pan on the playground for weeks afterwords. Those were the days!!!

Which Disney Princess” Disney Film is your favorite?

Was Belle a princess in the end of "Beauty and the Beast?" If so she was my favorite.

Which Disney film makes you cry the most?

Cry at a Disney movie? Probably "Old Yeller."

Which Disney film makes you the happiest?

Again, Mary Poppins.

Which Disney film has the best music?

Mary Poppins

Which Disney film has the best love story?

Probably "Lady and the Tramp" but "Beauty and the Beast" is contender for first place.

Who is your favorite Disney Princess?

Belle

Who is your favorite Disney Prince?

Schmaltzy as it sounds, I liked the prince in Cinderella

Who is your favorite Disney animal sidekick?

Jimney Cricket

First Disney movie you saw?

Snow White

Were you frightened by any Disney Films?

Snow White’s stepmother

Who is your favorite Disney main character animal?

Donald Duck or Goofy

Which Disney movie do you dislike?

Haven't seen them all, but I didn't care too much for Little Mermaid.

Who is your favorite villain?

Either Cinderella's stepmother and stepsisters, or the Queen in Snow White

What is your favorite Disney song?

The "Stay Awake" lullaby from Mary Poppins. I used to sing it to my children when they were small and loved to be rocked to sleep.

Dumbo's "Baby Mine" is my all-time favorite song from an animated film.

What I Read #30

Dead Center by Joanna Higgins: Ben Weber is arrested for the murder of his friend, Pete Hyland. The murder took place over twenty years ago. Pete's parents were never convinced that it was an accidental death, which it was proclaimed by the coroner at the time. They are ones that are pursuing the case.
There is some material evidence, but most of the people from the area at the time of the death are either dead, or have moved away.
Was it revenge? Was it an accident? Or was it a suicide?
Higgins did a remarkable job of presenting this story from the victim's two daughters' points of view. I think she could have done it in less words and chapters. Some of the dialogue was pretty mundane and the detail about blood spatters and mists and so on, went on and on and on.
All in all, I would give it a 3 star rating.

Happy Reading,
JE

I Believe...

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

E.Roosevelt

All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten.

I found this today. It's one of my favorites and some days I need reminding of a few things. Maybe we all need to think about this.

by Robert Fulghum

All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten.
ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW about how to live and what to do
and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not
at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the
sandpile at Sunday School. These are the things I learned:

Share everything.

Play fair.

Don't hit people.

Put things back where you found them.

Clean up your own mess.

Don't take things that aren't yours.

Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.

Wash your hands before you eat.

Flush.

Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.

Live a balanced life - learn some and think some
and draw and paint and sing and dance and play
and work every day some.

Take a nap every afternoon.

When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic,
hold hands, and stick together.

Be aware of wonder.
Remember the little seed in the styrofoam cup:
The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody
really knows how or why, but we are all like that.

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even
the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die.
So do we.

And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books
and the first word you learned - the biggest
word of all - LOOK.

Everything you need to know is in there somewhere.
The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation.
Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.

Take any of those items and extrapolate it into
sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your
family life or your work or your government or
your world and it holds true and clear and firm.
Think what a better world it would be if
all - the whole world - had cookies and milk about
three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with
our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments
had a basic policy to always put thing back where
they found them and to clean up their own mess.

And it is still true, no matter how old you
are - when you go out into the world, it is best
to hold hands and stick together.

What I Read #29

Think of a Number by John Verdon: I've had this novel finished for a few days but have been deciding just how and what to write about it.
Retired NYPD cop Dave Gurney, and his wife Madeleine have moved to upstate New York to begin a "new" lifestyle, far from his old life of fighting crime. An old friend contacts him in fear, because he has been receiving weird notes in the mail, that become more threatening with each contact. Can Dave help him find out who is playing with his mind, and why?
Think of a Number was a good read. It was a thinking person's novel. I can't say that I didn't like it, but I had a hard time sticking to reading it. I would read a few chapters, then lay it down, and try to digest what I had read. It took me longer than my 2 day average reading time. In the end, I was glad it stuck with it, though.
Well written, and interesting, Verdon's first novel is worth the reading.

Happy reading,
JE