My first dream: Finding and purchasing Wally Lamb’s latest book, ‘The Hour I First Believed.” I know there are going to be a lot of people that are going to open this book and proclaim it a “work of art.” I just found it very difficult to get through it because it is fragmented, he doesn't create a bond between the reader and the main characters, and he manages to use 4 major American new stories/ crisis in his story line. The Civil War, Columbine, Kristina, the fire at Coconut Grove and several references to 911, it was too much. The dedication to his mother is the best part of the book though. It is definitely not on my reread with pleasure list.
My second dream is realizing that my little friend, Lulu is going to be a doggie dropout. Change is not good for her and when it happens she is flat out on the floor like a squished bug, with all four legs splayed out and she has this look of absolute terror on her face. She can jump in the car, she knows drop it, and she can look at me.
My third dream is learning to say no without feeling like a bigot. Archie Bunker I am not but when I hire someone to do the job I have the right to ask for someone who knows English. It is not in my budget to retain an interpreter so I can understand the people who show up for a job.
My fourth dream during this interlude is discovering and rocking out to Lauritz Melchior. Part of his charm, besides his voice, is he looks like a grandfather – kind and gentle.
My fifth dream is the excitement I feel knowing that my daughter and Robert is coming for visit. I am looking forward to seeing them and spending some time with them. It is going to be GREAT! Three more days but who is counting.
My Sixth Dream “The Nightmare” is I am not in tune to flirting. Perhaps it is because I am not use to it because it is not a common occurrence in my life. When it does happen I immediately look down to see if I dribbled food on my shirt. My daughter was good at pointing out flirting to me since then I am not aware of it unless it blatant like a big shit eating grin and a big old “howdy pretty lady.” Then I know it is not the spaghetti on my shirt and I am totally speechless. I had a flirtatious moment last night and I was so surprised that I just sat there looking at him. Christmas must be a lonely time in a person’s life and like closing time at a bar Christmas makes anyone beautiful and deserving of a big old shit eating grin. Keep in mind that New Years come early.
My last dream is the quiet moment between waking up and sleeping. The brief moment in time where all is cozy and warm and the world is a beautiful place, and all you want is stay there…..
My holiday present request every year for many years is to have this album or to have someone put it on CD. It is beyond description.
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Damn. I went out and bought this book with great joy. After all, he's an author I love and it's a big, weighty, hefty book just brimming with hours of enjoyment.
I got through a chapter and couldn't stand how self involved the main character was.
I was hoping that when I picked it up this week I'd have a better time of it.
Oh well, I've got The Riverton Hotel coming in the mail...seeing as no one in Chicago or surrounding burbs has is.
Thanks for the heads up....
R
P.S. Take it from Meander's human, sometimes you've just got to love the dog for what he/she isn't.
Pepper, I'm chuckling about your flirting. I get it! Something that came so easy at one time in my life is now like a wall of glass that I keep walking into , looking surprised and thinking I'll do it different next time. I don't.
The the baby, Lulu .... She is what she is. But give her more time. I keep having aha moments here as I forget that my kids are not totally convinced that they are here forever. It may be that in a few months or a couple years, she will respond better to training. Once she forgets about whatever the past was, she might be OK in a training setting. If not, as Robin says, enjoy what she IS. :)
Poor Lulu. She sounds like a couple of my human kids. A day late and a dollar short and stubborn too. Yet somehow they do seem to fit and we do love them and pretty soon they have us trained.
Ah the flirting...I tell you it never stops even if we are toting wedding rings and getting old and we view ourselves as grandma's. It does amaze one at times.
So did you get the CD you want? Sorry to say I haven't heard of either of the singers you are talking about. Tell me more about them. I always like to find something new and interesting and you haven't given a history lesson in a long time and I am such a history buff. I like the book reviews too. Your review is the reason that I read "Water For Elephants" by Sara Gruen and I really enjoyed the read. I so loved the cranky crotchety old man and felt akin to him and his trips back to his youth. The mind is such a mystical and wonderous place to be though often covered with a strange miasma. Even with the fog a lot of (especially) old people seem to live much of their remaining years there. It's like a secret world...a secret garden of one's own. It is a treasure and that book reminded me of that.
And I too, love that misty time right before I wake.
xxxJolie
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