First up, “The Boy” by Tami Hoag. Per Goodreads: A panic-stricken woman runs in the dead of night, battered and bloodied, desperate to find help. . . .
I always enjoy a good whodunit despite being terrible at figuring out the clues. When a plot has me gasping, you know it’s a good one. Right out of the gate, the story grabbed me. Such vivid details had me running down the road with Genevieve looking for help. An exciting thriller that kept me guessing until the very end. I was so sure I knew who the culprit was but I was wrong. Themes of power, greed, high expectations, and judgments.
No spoilers here. My rating 4 out of 5 stars.
Next, “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck: A Counter intuitive Approach to Living a Good Life” by Mark Manson. Per Goodreads: In this generation-defining self-help guide, a superstar blogger cuts through the crap to show us how to stop trying to be “positive” all the time so that we can truly become better, happier people.
My review: Hogwash. I usually try and go easy on non-fiction. To me, the personal nature of the subject matter should be respected. In this case though, this is not a biography. This is simply one man’s opinion. Just once I’d like a book like this to show a broken person who is in continual struggle with good and bad days. That’s more realistic to me. Answers to life’s dilemmas are not that easy as picking what to give a f*ck about.
Here’s an anecdote for ya. When B had his accident, he went to a therapist for a mild case of PTSD. Yep, just once. The guy (much older than this author and before this book was published) told B that for anything he could not control, he should just say f*ck it. Then he should put it out of his mind and move on. To this day, B deals with his stuff using that method. And I admire that. If only I could learn to be the same way.
My rating, 2 of 5 stars. Much better self-help books are out there.
We didn’t have fancy electronics. Instead we rode bikes, played on the swing set, and made up elaborate stories with dolls, puppets, and assorted stuffed animals. If memory serves, this particular puppet came from a set “Wynken, Blynken, and Nod”. As you can see, he is dressed in pajamas. I named him Charlie. He was my favorite toy for a few years. Maybe that explains why mom kept him.
He was in my treasure box that I stumbled upon once again while conducting the Swedish Death Clean. Many times I tried to refuse taking him with me. Each time I tried to throw him out, mom would pack him back up and take him home to her house. She didn’t have the heart to do what I am doing now. In the big scheme of things, I hope I am sparing my children the work that comes with handling my estate. It’s all just stuff anyway. Plus Lulu and Pony said they didn’t want him. Instead, Charlie was cleaned up and sent to Goodwill. Hopefully someone gets as much enjoyment from him as I did.
I have other dolls too that could be worth some money. They are classics/vintage … supposedly. Which is why I am I’m still trying to figure out this eBay thing. Or maybe I will make a for “real” final trip to Goodwill or St. PJs. This stuff is exhausting. But the good kind of exhausted. Where after all is said and done, you feel an emotional weight was lifted.
Did you take the ‘click bait? HaHa! That post describes my experience better than I could as I tried to re-write my story for this post. Similar to what Lulu is going through except she has a college degree and does not have a part-time job at the mall. Thanks to Rona, everyone wants those part time jobs at the mall. Otherwise she’d grab one!
Moving on, where were you in ’84?
On this day 36 years go, B and I tied the knot. Yep we got hitched despite all the naysayers who said it wouldn’t last. And Rona has us staying indoors instead of going out to a fancy dinner. Too much work to dine-in these days. Take out is the new normal. But today we will cook at home. Yummy grilled steaks, asparagus, salad, and french bread.
Thanks Roger and Melanie for hosting! Let’s get going. Good times I tell ya 🙂
Roger’s Magical, Mystical Questions:
You have just been gifted a magic wand that specializes in completing household chores. You can request the completion of only two household chores. Which chores would you assign your wand to complete? Sweep & mop which I guess is two despite me wanting to combine as a single activity.
At the local Wizards-R-Us store there was a sale on handshake shockers, instant darkness pellets, and levitation pills. Which of these ‘party thrillers’ are you more likely to purchase? Levitation pills. I imagine that taking those pills might be like floating in water for an awesome weightless feeling. Lately the weight of the world is heavy on our shoulders. Any levity would be much appreciated.
In the alley behind Wizards-R-Us, there was a tradesman selling a Love Potion. The sales pitch was too much for you and you yielded and purchased one vial. What do you do with it? Spread it into the atmosphere. “What the world needs now is love sweet love” as the song says 🙂
You are the Great Clearinghouse Winner of a new ‘good luck’ potion – Felix Felicis. It has to be used within the next thirty days or its potency becomes diminished. Do you use it? Do you give it to a friend in need? I’d give it to my daughter to use in her job search which is going dismally by the way. She is not being a typical millennial either. She expects an entry level start at the bottom job and fully understands it will be outside her “field”. Each week, Monday to Friday, eight hour work days because that is what Dr. Phil says someone out of work should do, she is looking for work. Resume writing, virtual career fairs, etc…. After 47 rejections and several no responses, she is defeated. Today she is taking a mental health day, then back at it tomorrow.
Melanie’s Mundane Muggle Questions:
If everyone spoke their mind, would this world be a better or worse place? Depends Why? Some things are better left unsaid and everyone speaking their mind could create a cacophony of nonsense and/or a civil war. However speaking in innuendo lacks the needed clarity to get things done. Sweeping things under the rug only creates a lumpy trip hazard. Maybe this is like the proverb – From listening comes wisdom, and from speaking repentance. Of course there is nothing to listen to unless someone speaks. Which comes first chicken or egg …. Ah nuts! I have confused myself. lol
Can achieving nothing make a person happy? Yes! I achieve nothing daily and I am happy for the most part.
How do you know if you love someone enough to marry them? Great question. Tomorrow we celebrate our 36th wedding anniversary. I would say love isn’t enough. Instead mutual respect and common beliefs are a better indicator of whether you should marry.
GRATITUDE SECTION (as always this is optional) I am grateful that the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and it’s another day in paradise.
The prompt today is contrasts. Hmm lots of ways to go here. I briefly thought I might post some Symphony and Metallica since classical & metal are quite the contrast. However most of those songs at longer than the five or less minutes that I have self imposed on myself. I moved along to words that contrast and landed on “Hot Love In A Cold World” by Songwriters: Bob Welch and John Henning. Beyond the contrast of hot and cold, we have wrong and right or future and past. Without further ado.
Now there is a way to say I love you And it’s said everyday by some kind of fool But where is the way to tell her goodbye
We both can’t be wrong, I must be right!
Hot love, cold world, gonna make you cry Hot love, cold world, oh yeah Hot love, cold world, gonna make you cry Hot love, cold world, oh yeah…
Our connection was strong I thought it could last Dreams of the future not a care for the past But look at us now not knowing what to do You’re looking so sad I feel so cruel…
Here we are again on Mister Toad’s wild ride through the Ground Hog Daze that are our world in Covid-landia. I’m singing the Rona blues and trying not to spiral. Without further ado, here is what was on tap last week.
Hello folks. Time for #SoCS. The lovely Linda writes and I rewrite: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “collar.” Use it as a verb, a noun, or metaphorically. Bonus points for using it in all three ways! Enjoy!” To join in, here was the rules and ping back.
Oh no! Homework. But I cannot fully research for that is breaking the #SoCS rules.
Okay. Think, think. and think. Hmm-mm.
Collar as a noun?
Dog collar because ya know, I am that crazy lady who loves her dogs like they are her grandchildren. Perhaps the only grandchildren we will ever have considering the current situation. Pony divorced and thanks to the Rona, not out mingling and looking for love in all the wrong places. Urban Cowboy, this is not! And Lulu not wanting to be a mom and feeling rather guilty about that decision. People tell her she’s young and will change her mind. Only two people involved in that decision, her and the boyfriend. As much as we’d love a little bundle of joy to brighten our lives, B and I are not pushing an agenda.
Collar as a verb?
Well collar the criminal of course. Nab the bad guy or gal. I’m practicing this new block thingy and will insert the most iconic nab the bad guy sound. I already know I won’t be able to re-size my example but oh well.
Now for the cherry on top of the sundae, collar as a metaphor. All I can think of is dark. Whether your collar is white, blue, or pink, your job is a collar that binds you. No idea what I mean? Well I worked 12 hours yesterday. I was off Monday but still put in my 40 hours for the week. I really should be working now. Ugh and I prefer these streams to be jaunty. Oh well, the mind goes where the mind goes. And I am NOT at work now.
Off we go into the socially distanced yonder. To walk around Copernicus Park. Needed a change of scenery. Wishing everyone a happy restful Saturday.
In 2020, I choose to be happy. I fondly remember my step dad, the only daddy I ever knew. Today would’ve been his 104th birthday. He was the best role model a girl could ask for and I miss him immensely. In his honor, I share his favorite poem.
Don’t Quit by John Greenleaf Whittier
When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill, When the funds are low and the debts are high And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest if you must, but don’t you quit. Life is strange with its twists and turns As every one of us sometimes learns And many a failure comes about When he might have won had he stuck it out; Don’t give up though the pace seems slow— You may succeed with another blow. Success is failure turned inside out— The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, And you never can tell just how close you are, It may be near when it seems so far; So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit— It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.