Doing a-what comes naturally!

 

Holy Moly ... who let the heat in?  Y'all don't want to know what I think about Mother Nature's menopausal outbreaks.

Since she pays no attention to what I think, however, I'm trying to focus on those things that bring me pleasure -- family, food and books.

The other day we had occasion to enjoy two of those over lunch.  The food wasn't as great as I'd been bragging to my son about -- but the company more than made up for it.

(from left - Tom, Troy, Lois, Penelope, Chloe and her BF RJ.  (Daddy Robert had drill.)

Did she really say that out loud?

Well, shut my mouth!

Other than calling Fat Boys to reserve the brisket and narrowing sides down to 3, I'm not concerning myself about Thanksgiving -- and any dynamics 'til then.
More about that, as soon as I'm able, but I'm praying for full hearts as well as full tummies.

 

With little on television to interest me, I've been wandering back and forth to one of my favorite places -- the Public Library.

While pickings are slim, I've decided there's something immensely comforting about the feel of a real book in my hands.  The aroma, even.

Unfortunately, I've not had the best of luck finding something that grabs -- and holds my interest.  For instance, an amazing author I've followed for years recently published something that feels downright creepy.  As one reviewer wrote, "50 Shades of Grey with ghosts"  Um, no.  DNF.

I heard the 2025 National Book Awards will be announced this week..  Not to be confused with Amazon's 2025 Best Books of the Year.   Who (or what) decides these things, anyway?

It won't stop me from reading what they have to say; in fact, I'm more than a little intrigued by one finalist, Buckeye.  Someone called it a "once in a decade" read  ... but I balk at the idea of paying retail right now.   What if I don't like it?   Does that sort of thing make a difference to you?

Well, the quiche I planned to put in the oven isn't going to make itself.  Despite what the package says (good until Nov. 23), I discovered more than a few spinach leaves turning black and ick.  They may be safe to consume, but I'm going after a new bag; no sense courting a case of food poisoning.

Here's to the holiday countdown!

Hugs, Myra