Yippee!!!! The October issue of Estella's Revenge is available for your reading pleasure and it is fabulous, as always. Way to go, Andi!!! I have one review in this issue, a review of Lottery by Patricia Wood - one of my favorite reads for the month of September. And, you must check out Patricia Wood's blog - it's a hoot.
In the news . . . Remember yesterday's traffic problem? It was not 1 barge that broke loose but 42. 42!!!!! The meaning of life! (that's a Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference, for those who have missed out on the joy of Douglas Adams) If I'd had any idea that a towboat had run aground and 42 barges were on the loose, crashing against piers and being chased by a fleet of boats playing "fetch the barge", I would have gone up the back route to the river overlook. Darn! They say the crash noises when those barges hit the piers was really something. Also, I found it of interest that my son's photo of the backed-up traffic was much better than the photo in the newspaper. Ha! That's my boy!
Here's a sketch of one of yesterday's hummingbird photos from the uber cool Dumpr.net
Sketch your photos
And, last but not least, I find that I am even more Geography Stupid than I realized (and I knew I had a problem - we United Staters and our troublesome lack of maps) when I briefly indulged my new minor obsession with Blogger Play. If you click on an image, you're directed to the blog site at which the photo has been loaded. I saw a lovely painting that intrigued me, clicked on it, and was directed to the blog of a painter who lives in the Faroe Islands. It really bothered me that I had never heard of the Faroe Islands, so I Googled the location name and hit a link to an article at Wikipedia. What on earth did we do before Wikipedia? I'm baffled.
Finished a book, today: Ghost Walk by Heather Graham. That's one more for the RIP II and now I'm 2 book reviews behind. This will be one hell of a busy weekend, so I'll try my darndest to catch up, tomorrow. If I don't . . . well, there's always next week.
Must go sleep. I don't do enough of that, lately.
Bookfool in search of a fluffy pillow