Sunday Whine and Tea

This is where I was hanging out, around this time last year:

Want to go back to Colorado!!!! But, no. I get this, instead . . .

6:21 PM Sunday, June 5, 2011:

Now

Clear

Temperature

92.9 °F

Feels Like 109 °F

Wind(mph)

7.0

Sunrise / Set

5:56 AM

8:07 PM

Moon

Waxing Crescent

More Astronomy

We are breaking heat records in Mississippi. It got to 99 in our town, today, which was just a tie with the previous record set in 1985 (could be worse, in other words). Still, it's awfully hard to accomplish much of anything when it's so freaking hot. I feel deeply for my lifeguard son, sweating in this heat.

During my mid-day siestas, I've been rethinking my review of Fire Season: Field Notes from a Wilderness Lookout by Philip Connors, a book that has completely thrown me off my blogging game. You know the kind of book that you love so much you're afraid you can't possibly do it justice? That's Fire Season, aka "The reason I haven't written a book review, lately." I might attempt a self-interview to get myself over the reviewing hump in my blogging highway. Since I finished reading Fire Season, I've read Proust's Overcoat, The Art of Racing in the Rain and Regeneration (see my sidebar for authors). I'm on the verge of possibly finishing You Know When the Men Are Gone. And, still, Fire Season is rolling around in my head. Maybe I'll review out of sequence.

Meanwhile, I am dreaming of these days . . . which won't arrive for another 4 or 5 months. Ah, the days of open windows.

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Rainy days are not my best days

I finished The Sex Lives of Cannibals: Adrift in the Equatorial Pacific by J. Maarten Troost, yesterday, and have been just sitting here staring at the computer, unable to write a word. This is unusual for me and I think I can just chalk it up to the fact that I don't handle rainy days well. I love the cool and the rain - it's really very pleasant outside - but rainy days make me moody because of an inner-ear fluid imbalance that's not worth talking about. Anyway, not meaning to bore anyone to death, I'll keep this short and hope to get a review of the Troost book up by tomorrow. I'm going to read and watch more Firefly. Hope everyone has a lovely day.

I Can't; I Just Can't

I can't review The Red Badge of Courage, today, because I'm just so wiped out and pissed off and want to hide from the world. I just can't. But, I liked it - even though I had to plunk a laptop on my belly and page down using a touch pad and a non-mouse button to read it. I really liked it. I thought it was emotional and fascinating - regardless of the fact that the dialogue was written in vernacular, which I truly, truly despise. But, that's as far as I can stand to go, descriptively speaking.

And, now that I think about it, I'm absolutely certain there was something that urgently needed to be shared on this blog. What? No idea. Maybe it had something to do with my discovery that photos of books in magazines like Real Simple make excellent bookmarks when chopped up and run through a laminating machine. No, I don't think so. But, that's not a bad thing to mention, is it? Shoot, I think I'll go make some bookmarks, take a bath, and read till my eyes pop. Maybe that will cheer me. Cross your fingers. I don't want this to turn into a whiny blog.