Monday, March 23, 2015

Mellow Yellow Monday... if only.

I wish this was happening,  I'm so cold, even my pond is frozen over again.   The bulbs are poking through, but no blooms.

Life has been busy.  Note to self, keep my affairs in order so my boys don't have to go through what my husband and I are going through after my death.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

March Madness....

Well it's been weeks since I posted here.  Way too much going on in my life to sit.  I did finish reading The Story Hour, Thrity Umrigar.  (on the buses)

Product Description , from Amazon.ca

From the critically beloved, bestselling author of The World We Found and The Space Between Us, whom the New York Times Book Review calls a “perceptive and . . . piercing writer,” comes a profound, heartbreakingly honest novel about friendship, family, secrets, forgiveness, and second chances.
An experienced psychologist, Maggie carefully maintains emotional distance from her patients. But when she meets a young Indian woman who tried to kill herself, her professional detachment disintegrates. Cut off from her family in India, Lakshmi is desperately lonely and trapped in a loveless marriage to a domineering man who limits her world to their small restaurant and grocery store.
Moved by her plight, Maggie treats Lakshmi in her home office for free, quickly realizing that the despondent woman doesn’t need a shrink; she needs a friend. Determined to empower Lakshmi as a woman who feels valued in her own right, Maggie abandons protocol, and soon doctor and patient have become close friends.
But while their relationship is deeply affectionate, it is also warped by conflicting expectations. When Maggie and Lakshmi open up and share long-buried secrets, the revelations will jeopardize their close bond, shake their faith in each other, and force them to confront painful choices.

It took me forever to get through this one, not sure why, it was interesting enough, not a great page turner but... interesting enough.  I love learning about different cultural traditions.


Beyond that, it's a daily routine of cleaning, cooking and very little painting happening.  Spring may be around the corner, but for now we are still in a deep freeze.

Happy Reading...  


Friday, February 20, 2015

Love is...Valentine's Day(belated)

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

I recently listened to a talk at our church about perfect love.  It makes one think, that's for sure.  I wonder if all those who say "I Do" really think about love.  I'm sure re-thinking that.  My husband and I have been married for 36 years, over the years our relationship has been altered
, we've become parents, caregivers and a whole lot of different roles.  Have we always been friends, not sure!  SOMETIMES!  we all feel discouraged.  I'm not sure I'm always patient, I hope I'm kind, ENVY, do I boast, or am I proud.  I hope I don't dishonour, or that I'm not self-seeking, I KNOW I'm easily angered, and I've stopped recording wrongs, the list just became too long... Can you imagine if on Valentine's day instead of worrying about what I'm getting we sat down and thought all this through, what gift could we give each other.  I'm just say...  Hope your Valentine's Day was lovely.  

We, all my Valentine's and I, spent our day at a funeral for a family member.  Oddly enough, some twenty years ago, same family member, we spent Valentine's Day at his wedding.  Talk about a mix of emotions.  Anyway my Valentine gave me a lively tea cup filled with chocolates, which I'm sure he enjoyed. 

Monday, February 9, 2015

It's Monday What are you reading... Everything I Never Told You

 

from inside flap of the hardcover copy

Lydia is dead. But they don’t know this yet . . . So begins the story of this exquisite debut novel, about a Chinese American family living in 1970s small-town Ohio. Lydia is the favorite child of Marilyn and James Lee; their middle daughter, a girl who inherited her mother’s bright blue eyes and her father’s jet-black hair. Her parents are determined that Lydia will fulfill the dreams they were unable to pursue—in Marilyn’s case that her daughter become a doctor rather than a homemaker, in James’s case that Lydia be popular at school, a girl with a busy social life and the center of every party.

When Lydia’s body is found in the local lake, the delicate balancing act that has been keeping the Lee family together tumbles into chaos, forcing them to confront the long-kept secrets that have been slowly pulling them apart. James, consumed by guilt, sets out on a reckless path that may destroy his marriage. Marilyn, devastated and vengeful, is determined to find a responsible party, no matter what the cost. Lydia’s older brother, Nathan, is certain that the neighborhood bad boy Jack is somehow involved. But it’s the youngest of the family—Hannah—who observes far more than anyone realizes and who may be the only one who knows the truth about what happened.

A profoundly moving story of family, history, and the meaning of home, Everything I Never Told You is both a gripping page-turner and a sensitive family portrait, exploring the divisions between cultures and the rifts within a family, and uncovering the ways in which mothers and daughters, fathers and sons, and husbands and wives struggle, all their lives, to understand one another.

I'm about half way through this book, and it's a page turner.

What are you reading is hosted by Sheila from book journey. 

My computer is once again on the fritz so posts are irregular at best.  See you soon I hope.

Monday, February 2, 2015

It's Monday What are you Reading... Norwegian by Night, Derek B. Miller

I don't read thrillers, usually, this was more than that.  I did a search for my War Through the Generations challenge and found this book, it had been reviewed by someone I trust and I don't remember who.  WELL, it hit upon several wars, WWII, Korea, Viet Nam and even Kosovo, and to top it off it had a complicated family relationship and dementia.  Who could possibly do that, I am so impressed with this author, I will have to look for him again.

A riveting look at the life of survivors, and what they deal with FOREVER!  Relationships, cold and warm and necessary, responsibilities, pride, and faith AND in the middle of this all killing and more killing.

If you only read one War Through the Generations book this should be it.  Five *****

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Saturday Snapshot...

I'm enjoying my books, once again.  The ones I've constructed myself.  I made this little book and it is little 2 inches by 2 inches by 4 inches deep. 
It has a woven spine, with beads and ribbons... with gross grain ribbon closure, it needs this it's a fat little book.
it has twelve, very generous, signatures...

I dedicated this little book to gifts purchased for my grand nieces and nephews.  It seems that I'll be adding a new chapter.  My niece, on my husband's side, is having her first baby.  It's good to write things down, one's memory is not what it use to be... then again it should be bigger, as one's fingers are stiffer than usual to fill in those signatures.

Happy Snapshot Saturday.

Monday, January 19, 2015

Mailbox Monday and I love my Tech Support but...

A couple of Mother's Days ago,  I received a Kobo e reader.  I'm not all that comfortable with it, so it's not what I grab when I'm going out the door.  Hence I've read very few books.  BUT, 2015 the deal is that I MUST use it a little more often.  So, when my latest read The Light We Cannot SEE, came up and I LIFTED it, I realized this was the perfect push I needed to get my e reader going.  So my memory of usage was somewhat foggy, I called my TECH support.  Love that Boy.!  My boy cleaned up my laptop and ... that's it.  So today I'm going to try to clear up the foggy usage and get on the e reader by weeks end, doesn't that sound like a great intention... Wish me luck, I'm about ready to toss it out the window.  The boys keep saying "you can do it Mom, you've done it before".


So nothing in my mailbox this week, not yet anyway.