· I’m reading this series of books about a woman who is a forensic sculptor. She is no Kay Scarpetta (I know – not the same line of work, but that’s what I thought she might be like). And the author is certainly no Patricia Cornwell. This is one of those “used to be a romance novelist wanna be a thriller” kind of deals. And they’re light & fluffy & filled mostly with women who won’t do what they’re told (the best kind of woman IMHO). BUT. Almost every other book in the series involves going to Colombia to thwart some evil drug lord. Or has a prominent character who used to fight with the rebels. Or was a Navy Seal. I’m getting a little bored with the formula. Not only that, but the strongest epithet anyone uses is, “Son of a bitch!” All those Navy Seals/Mercenaries & not a single F-Bomb? Not that I like cursing in my books – it just seems odd. Of course, since I’m on book 11 of a 20 book series you know I’ll just keep chugging along. I’ll try to keep the whining to a minimum.
· Does anyone know the significance of this? I had just done dishes & was sitting outside crocheting. Dr. M went back into the house & found this.
I didn’t put it there. He didn’t put it there. There’s not anyone else (I don’t think). Hmmm.
· I felt slightly light-headed* today heading back to the office after some lunch-time shopping. So what did I do? I drove faster. Because by jiminy if I was going to pass out it was going to be in my work parking lot, not on the street! Does anyone else do this? Does it make even the least bit of sense? It reminds me of the time in Zambia when I was driving my mom & grandmother to Victoria Falls from Lusaka – I got REALLY sleepy so I started driving faster so we’d get there quicker. Aren’t we all glad I don’t drink?
· This being Junior Warden is for the birds. We’ve got: a kitchen sink that drains into the floor, a ceiling coming down because of air conditioner condensation, a door that won’t shut properly unless it’s slammed, a ceiling fan that won’t work, an older congregation who can’t really maintain the landscaping (& no budget), and BEES. And the bees are probably honeybees so I’m not gonna be spraying those suckers – I’ll have to see if someone will come & get them. My initial research tells me the chances are slim & we’ll just need to coexist with them – even if honey DOES drip down the walls.
OK. All done now. So, how’s your day been?
*I’m fine now – this just happens occasionally.