Gotta love my sister and nephew… They raided Books A Million and gave me a pile of Dragonlance books.
It must be nice to have enough room on your bookcases for bookends. I’ve never managed to have such a luxury. If I had room, I’d add a bookend like this one — let your geek flag wave!
A few years ago, a dear friend of mine had to change the cover of her book on Amazon due to a “slight” ( and I do mean a slight ) amount of an anal cleft. That being said, I was sent a list of ebooks on today and what did my little eye spy?
Let’s treat All authors equally.
Gas stations and grocery stores are clogged with people. The business are ready, there are orange cones setup directing traffic. People seem to be getting ready.
They have announced mandatory evacuations for some areas and my sister, who works for the health department, has been called up to help in a local shelter.
I suspect that we will lose power for a while so you may not hear from me for a couple of days. That being said, I may schedule a few posts for Thursday and Friday.
Hang on to your mardi gras beads y’all — this looks like a frog strangler.
Yesterday was my birthday which means that I have received some unusual items. One of the most unusual items was some tea, not unusual in the normal sense I enjoy tea, however this tea is called Yaupon ( Ilex vomitoria ) or sometimes vomit tea. That being said, the latin name is misleading, you won’t vomit. I’ll let you know what I think after a few cups … until then enjoy this video on a proper cup of tea.
Mom made a cake. Yes, my 80-something-year-old ( I wont say exactly ) Mother baked me a Birthday cake. I suppose I should stop squawking about sharing my childhood Birthday cakes with my sibling — but where’s the fun in that? I’m 60, I should be allowed to squawk about whatever I want to squawk about.
Having said that, my nephews suggested putting candles on the cake and my dear sweet Mother said, “no, the cake is a little overcooked as it is”. Now wait a minute, was that a comment about my age?
Aside from a dear friend ( Sharon Day ) giving me Dale the Doll, I suppose the best gift was a t-shirt that read, “I wanted to go jogging but Proverbs 28:1.” Trust me, I laughed.
Willy cleaned up my old study. He helped by taking home a big box of electronics and games — ha ha. Oddly enough, he didn’t want any of my books.
I don’t know what life after 60 will bring, but it started with cake.
In less than two hours I will be sixty. It’s a nice round number. If I can say anything positive about turning 60, it would be that I love that people my age are called sexagenarians. The word sounds a little dirty and I almost expect a rebuke for using it.
|Tiger, tiger, burning bright|
|In the forests of the night,|
|What immortal hand or eye|
|Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?|
As time rolls by, I am made more and more aware of Blake’s tiger. I usually shake him off after my second cup of coffee but in my quiet moments I am still aware that I am being stalked.
Happy Birthday to me … Happy Birthday to me …
Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for making it this far. I am also thankful for good friends and family, a soft cushion, a good book, and plenty of sweet tea.
… and bubble bath.
I’m always looking for something to serve as a holder for my Kindle. My last Kindle died when I plugged it in to recharge ( shortly after the warranty had expired — of course ) and I’m always a little concerned when I plug in this Kindle. Sometimes I use a holder for displaying plates but that’s an accident waiting to happen.
I’m interested in this little project. The build looks inexpensive and it appeals to my nerdy side.
Students at Manchester University vandalized a mural of Kipling’s poem “If” after claiming that Kipling was a racist and an imperialist. Sad, I’ve loved that poem.
I want to thank the folks at Pyr for the free review copy. It’s always nice to find something in the mailbox other than bills.
“Keepers” by Brenda Cooper
Two sisters, one from a megacity and one from the wilderness, work together to protect the wilderness and the reintroduction of wolves from a group more interested in private property than public good.
In a future Earth that’s run by brilliant green cities separated by open land held in common for the good of wild things, two sisters must work together across and between the vastly different environments to root out dangers to both. They must protect the cities and the wild from the Returners, who prefer the toxic past to the difficult present. The older sister, Lou, her protector Shuska, and biologist friend Matchiko have reputations as successful rugged environmentalists. They must stay safe, listen, work, and sleuth out hidden nests of Returners. Oh, and save a few wolves along the way. In the meantime, Lou’s younger sister, Coryn, is learning that working for the most powerful woman behind the scenes in a megacity is far harder than it looks. When the Returners threaten the city, the sisters must find a way to preserve both their ways of life.
Keepers asks, Do humans have enough creativity, responsibility, and generosity to survive?