Jerry and I are flying to Texas on Thursday–first to Erin’s to spend the Fourth of July with my favorite little people and then to Houston for blood work and a CT scan and meeting with Dr. Ho on Monday and Tuesday. I assume all will be well but we all know what it means to assume something. I imagine these checkups will always demand that I breathe deeply and start singing the Serenity Prayer inside my head. It’s like the annual mammogram when I go in muttering, “Not this time, I’m not ready. I’ll be stronger next time. Just not this time.” Sufficient to say, I will be SO glad when our meeting with Dr. Ho is over and we’re on our way home with a clean bill of health for another three months.
Sean and Carly arrived on Saturday and left again on Sunday for a few days in Miami. They’ll be back again tomorrow. I’m hoping that the afternoon thunderstorms aren’t messing up any of their plans. I know they hoped to get some snorkeling in.
No movies this week but I’ve read three really good books in the past couple weeks. The first was for book club– The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox by Maggie O’Farrell. Esme is a spirited, unconventional young woman who is committed to a mental institution when she’s in her late teens. It’s the early 1930s in Britain and she simply doesn’t conform. The book hit very close to home for all of us in Book Club who are pretty spirited, unconventional, slightly crazy women–although a lot of us were pretty well behaved in our youth and have gotten more gutsy as time went on. It’s a great book. I can’t remember the last time we had a book that everyone loved. It was so beautifully written. I love this book club…smart, caring women not afraid to speak their minds, who can disagree without being disagreeable and can compassionately listen to each other.
The next really good book was Fourth of July Creek by Smith Henderson. It’s about a social worker in Montana, a really good guy who is much less than perfect himself. He tries hard to help families and children but his own marriage is in shambles and he can’t seem to help his own child.
And the third book was We Were Liars by E. Lockhart. That a YA book about a very wealthy family that owns a small island near Martha’ s Vineyard. The description of this island reminds me of what I imagine the Kennedy compound in Hyannis might be like. It got some rave reviews so I picked it up at the library. I started it and kept reading even though it was just “okay” until all of a sudden, it blew me away. Then I had to reread it immediately.
And I read all these books with NO READING GLASSES…Cateract surgery and the extra lenses…astounding! I am one very happy camper.
It’s raining AGAIN! Every day late afternoon or early evening. It’s likely clockwork. I call it monsoon season.
The photo below made sense to me!