Reading cat (Photo credit: Alfred Hermida)
bibliobibuli;
the sort of people who read too much
(there is a word for me, who knew?)
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“As long as you are going to be thinking anyway, think big.”
Donald Trump
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Feels good to finish a project!
If you are at all like me there are “projects” that are needing to be done but not so big that they can’t be put off for a while. And so they keep getting put on the bottom of the infamous to-do list.
One of mine got done this week.
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I had new fixtures put in the bathroom and then I thought the light fixture didn’t look right. My plan was to paint it; so on the list it went. I think if my friend hadn’t decided she would come and paint it for me it would still be on the list. Because she was so thoughtful, as she always is, I did a couple of other little things to spiff things up in there. Still some to do but the major DIY stuff is done!
Thanks and hugs, Janyce! Today, I think you rock!
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A Black Cat Book Review
Iron House by John Hart
Once an Insane Asylum, Iron House later became a poorly funded, badly managed hell-hole of an orphanage. A place where bullies ruled and the weak were broken. A place where two brothers survived because their love for each other was stronger than anything or anyone at Iron House. A love that tragedy, separation, time, and fate could not defeat.
One brother, Julian, was adopted by a Senator and his wife. He lives a
life of privilege, loved and cared for by a devoted mother. The other brother, Michael, ran away from Iron House and lived a life of street gangs until a crime boss noticed him and took him into the family. Each brother found a way to cope with the loss of the other. One slipping away into madness the other charging into the madness of organized crime and violence.
Abigail, Julian’s adoptive mother, has terrible secrets to keep. Michael and Julian have a devastating secret to keep. Elena, Michael’s lover, is an innocent and doesn’t know much about secrets at least not the terrible kind. Soon they will all learn each others secrets.
These four people; three damaged by the ugliness that can happen in life and one about to learn just how ugly life can be, are going to be thrown into unbelievable violence and cruelty where the strong destroy the weak. The question is; what is strength and what is weakness?
This is a book of evil acts committed by irredeemable people and of the incredible beauty of love that cannot be denied or destroyed. It is a story of love, the love of siblings, parents, lovers. But be warned this is not an easy book to read. There is great pain that you will feel and want to forget.
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shadow boxing (Photo credit: Ilexica)
sciamachy;
fighting with a shadow, a futile combat with an imaginary enemy
(I have done this more than a few times)
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Lady and the Tramp without a doubt the first movie I loved. My Gramma Rose would take me to the movies and I think this is the first we saw or maybe the first I remember. Whichever, it made an impression. I remember sitting in the theater watching and then everything around me disappeared and it was just me, and the Lady, and the Tramp. I have been watching love stories ever since.
Music
I don’t have one particular musician or song that is my favorite or first love. I like lots of different kinds of music but the first time I fell in love with music was when I was in the third or fourth grade. We went on a field trip to hear the Cleveland Symphony Orchestra at Severance Hall. It was Peter and the Wolf and so amazing. The conductor explained different things about the orchestra and the music and once again I was transported to some magical place where I was alone with the music.
Book
Pippi Longstocking was the first book that made an impression on me. So I guess you could say it was my first love of books. In third grade our teacher would read to us during quiet time every afternoon. It was a wonderful time of stillness with words taking me to new places and people and experiences. I loved Pippi because she was strong and adults didn’t faze her one bit. She was just who she was and had no interest in being who or what anyone else thought she should be. Heady stuff for a shy eight year old girl.
Person
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I have no idea! You would think that someone transported to magical places by movies, music, and books would be head over heels in love at a young age and remember who it was. But truly, I don’t know who my “first love” was. I do remember my first lust but that is not for you to read about! So, today, I think I will just skip this one.
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Baby’s hand. (Photo credit: fruity monkey)
“Love the world as a mother loves her only child.”
Buddha
