Where my mind thinks, dreams, remembers, and plays. All Things Considered...
Friday, December 31, 2021
Last Day of the Year Varia
Saturday, December 25, 2021
A Different Christmas
Sunday, December 5, 2021
Non-Reading Weekends
Sunday, March 21, 2021
A Reading Challenge
- Jane Austen
- George Orwell
- Anthony Trollope
- Sherwin Anderson
- George Elliot
- Charles Dickens
- J.R.R. Tolkien
- Thomas Hardy
- Aldous Huxley
- (TBA later)
Sunday, February 28, 2021
Last Post of the Month - Cleaning Up
Nothing particular about this post today. It's the day after I made a day-long push to finish two books yesterday for my two book clubs. Neither one will make my favorite list. But I did read the 23rd book in the Inspector Rutledge of Scotland Yard series. The series is about a WWI police inspector who is suffering from shell-shock while solving very complex cases. This one is called A Fatal Lie.
I also posted on Facebook pictures of me carrying the Olympic torch in 1984. It garnered quite a few views.Thursday, February 18, 2021
Snow, Car, and Furnace Problems, and Finished a Book - Busy. Busy, Busy
This week has been a doozy. First, I got us cleaned up by Tuesday from last weekend's.
But then, the outside air conditioner/furnace unit froze up so the fan would not rotate, causing the motor to get to the "burning out" phase. So I had to trudge through the icy crunchy snow-covered grass to break up the ice around the fans.
Yesterday, the Saturn wouldn't start. I figured it was the battery. It was. Fortunately, it was still in warranty. AAA came out and started it. They ran a test on it and said it was a dead battery. So I drove it around the corner to the shop I had bought the battery from. They replaced it for no charge. Took about 30 minutes. The only negative thing was none of the staff was wearing masks.
Overnight, the snow and sleet returned. There's a break,now but it's due to resume anytime.
Tomorrow I'll have to clean the car off and then the driveway.
But on a positive note, I finally finished "The Woman in White" by Wilkie Collins. It is 626 pages. I began it in May of last year. Written in 1886, it was one of the first of the mystery-thriller genre. Collins wrote another in the same genre in 1860. It was called "The Moonstone". I actually liked it better. Now to choose another big book. My latest Charles Todd/Inspector Rutledge is coming; it was released on Tuesday.
Thursday, February 4, 2021
A Facebook Post
Wednesday, February 3, 2021
Miscellany
Wednesday, January 6, 2021
Two Books a Day
Wednesday, December 23, 2020
A Memory Question
Tuesday, December 1, 2020
A New Way of Daily Reading
Saturday, November 28, 2020
GoodReads
Thursday, November 19, 2020
A Final Selection
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Books, Books, Books
Sunday, November 15, 2020
A Mysterious Book Club
Thursday, November 12, 2020
Reading Matters (n.)
Saturday, October 31, 2020
Harassing a Friend
Dave,
Wednesday, October 14, 2020
Book Choices for 2021 Book Club
Fiction
A Very
Long Engagement (find)
Regeneration
City of
Thieves
A
Gentleman in Moscow
A Tree
Grows in Brooklyn
The Wind
in the Willows
The
Secret Garden (library book)
Doomsday
Book (library book)
Madonnas
of Leningrad
The
Indian Clerk
The Two
Georges
Going
After Cacciato (library book)
Non-Fiction
Spillover
(500+ pages)
Killers
of the Flower Moon (library book)
The Island
of the Colorblind
The Death
of Politics (decide after the election)
The Death
of Truth (decide after the election)
Travels
with Epicurus
Caesar's
Last Breath
The
Library Book
Inextinguishable Symphony
Shoe Dog (library book)
Movie
Nights with the Reagans (library book)
Twin
Tracks
The
Pinball Effect
I will be discussing a few of these in the days to come to help me decide on my final selections - I'll choose two in case we need to cover the 11 months of book meetings. As of today, we have three submissions. I'll make my selections after I know everyone else has either submitted theirs or if someone has declined to submit one (we have two of these so far).
Monday, October 12, 2020
Re-Visiting Re-Reading
He writes in his preface on page x, "Who, at any age, can read unmoved the last pages
of Tarzan of the Apes when the rightful Lord Greystoke, deliberating sacrificing his
own hope for happiness, quietly says, ' My mother was an ape...I never knew who my
father was.' In our hearts, we measure all the "better" and "greater" books of adult-
hood against such touchstones - and in later years we often return to the originals for
comfort and renewal."





















