Random Subjects in a Slow News Week
Pass the Kleenex and Bug Spray, Please:
What in the blue blazes is going on!?
It’s the first week in February, and our pollen count is through the roof! All our bushes are sprouting new growth, the grass is getting green, and the pine trees are busy proclaiming “It’s spring!” by filling the air with gazillions of yellow dust particles that in turn fill noses, eyes and lungs. The water between the seawall and the boathouse is covered in the yellow stuff, as are our cars, the deck, and the dock. Anyone who is allergy-prone and usually gets a little break during December, February and March is out of luck this year, and I can’t tell you how many friends are already on seasonal antihistamines. At last Sunday’s Super Bowl party at Booger Bottom, a group of ladies sat outside and enjoyed the nice evening. What we didn’t enjoy was swatting mosquitoes the size of dragonflies . . . . . in February! Good grief!
What happened to winter this year!?
Not too Distant Future Plans:
“Do you know what I’d like more than anything right now?” Ted asked the other night as he settled into his recliner, and I prepared to go to another room to watch TV, without the benefit of “louder than a freight train” snoring.
I processed at least six smarty-pants answers, but took the high road and asked sweetly, “What babe?”
“Stuffed flounder at Captain Anderson’s,” was the answer I got, which I have to tell you was not even close to any of the six answers I had in mind.
Captain Anderson’s is an iconic seafood restaurant in Panama City Beach, FL. And yes, their stuffed flounder rates in my Top Five of delicious things to eat. Pair the flounder with Captain Anderson’s famous Greek Salad, and just go ahead and pass out from delight.
So, after searching Vacation Rentals By Owner (VRBO) for three days for somewhere cheap to spend a few nights with two dogs, we found a good spot and made reservations. More to come on that later next week.
A Good Book:
After reading two non-fiction books back-to-back, I took a break and went looking for something good in fiction. I went up and down the aisle at Books-A-Million in Albany one day a couple of weeks ago and found nothing. Later that day, at the salon where I get my gray covered, I looked through a bunch of books other ladies had left in a basket over the months. For some reason, the description of “Prodigal Summer” caught my attention, and I brought it home.
The book was written by Barbara Kingsolver, whose most famous book is “The Poisonwood Bible”, which I’ve never read nor had any desire to – although now I might have to find a copy and give it a go. “The Poisonwood Bible” remained on the country’s bestseller list for more than a year and won all kinds of literary awards in the U.S. and abroad.
“Prodigal Summer” is one of the most beautifully written books I’ve ever read. Kingsolver has a rare gift for weaving words into the finest of stories, and this book weaves together three stories of human love within a larger story of lives amid the mountains and farms of southern Appalachia. It all takes place over the course of one humid summer and is a “hymn to wildness that celebrates the prodigal spirit of human nature, and of nature itself. Reviews call it “sensuous, compelling, sexy and lyrical”. It is all those things and much, much more.
Kingsolver had me with the first paragraph: “Her body moved with the frankness that comes from solitary habits. But solitude is only a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot; every choice is a world made new for the chosen. All secrets are witnessed.”
Completely different from anything I normally read. I loved it.
A Speaking Engagement:
I’ve been asked to speak to a group of DAR (Daughters of the American Revolution) ladies in my hometown of Sylvester, GA in March. One of those ladies, a good friend from high school, is a blog reader, and she wants me to talk about Mackinac Island as it relates to the American Revolution and the War of 1812. History has never been my strong suit, and I’d sure be a lot more comfortable talking about horses and flowers and the magic of the Island. I’m hoping my history-buff husband will bail me out on this one and somehow condense 40 years down into something I can cover in 20 minutes. I’m thinking maybe if I give out samples of Mackinac Island fudge to each attendee, they’ll forgive me any historical mistakes.
Slow News Week:
It’s been the kind of week that drives me nuts when it comes to fulfilling writing promises. There’s just not been a lot happening, but we all have those weeks, and I know you understand. So, without further chit-chat, I’m just going to say “See you Monday!” and wish you a happy and adventurous weekend! God bless.