I mean…. do I have to? Like my brother says, we’re not six feet under. Yet. Though they have moved in the refrigerator trucks at the local hospital. The United States isn’t really giving COVID-19 health guidelines the old college try, you know what I mean? Indiana went from free-for-all gatherings to “keep it to twenty-five people.” Twenty-five? The local health department guy says that if you’re in a group of ten people in my county, there’s a 40% chance someone has COVID-19 (I would cite this, but Dr. Mark Fox said it on the TV news, and I can’t find the video).
And yet everyone has COVID fatigue. We’re getting lax. People are ready to travel for Thanksgiving. Nick and I will be at home. Alone. Together. We’ll put up my lil Christmas tree and that will be that. Well, and some food. I’ll share food photos next Sunday, but you know I’m not cooking some big-ass bird for two people. Is it salty in here, or is it just me? If only COVID-19 wasn’t going on for so long….
Okay, this section is supposed to about gratitude, right? 1) Not dead. We covered that. 2) I rode a purple dinosaur until I felt a tiny bit happy. It’s not far from my house, but I didn’t know this dino existed. But I also had to try and not to think about how warm it was. In November. You know. Climate change. Maybe the weather was trying to make me really feel like I was in Australia for AusReading Month. (It’s summer there, American friends).
Gratitude. Okay. Check. ☑️ Moving on.
THIS WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
I shared two posts for Brona’s AusReading Month, and both have added to my understanding of the third book I’m reading, so bonus. I suppose knowledge is cumulative. I reviewed Hearing Maud by Jessica White, a hybrid-memoir by a deaf Australian woman. Thanks to Bill @ The Australian Legend, I emailed White and have set up a Meet the Writer feature, so I hope to post that before November is over.
I also reviewed Unconventional Means by Anne Richardson Williams, with stories by Lorraine Mafi-Williams. This book is a diary by a white American woman whose adult spiritual yearnings and tenuous literary connection with an Australian author she read as a teen takes her to the continent “down under” to interview and travel with an Aboriginal Elder, Mafi-Williams.
NEXT WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
Too Much Lip by indigenous Australian author by Melissa Lucashenko is a multi-award-winning novel that I know Bill despised, but the other Aussie bloggers in his comments praised it. Kerry is an Aboriginal woman in her thirties with a record and a girlfriend who just got sentences to five years in prison. When Kerry gets word that her grandfather is dying, she heads home to the small town she left decades ago, only to get all tangled up in it again when a corrupt mayor tries to sell Kerry’s grandmother’s island in order to build a prison, family members pop up out of the wood work, and a white guy from high school keeps trying to take her out on a date. There’s also a “pig dog,” whatever that is. Review Tuesday.
Thursday has two options right now: I’ve scheduled Swamp Bones by Kathy Reichs, an audiobook novella not set in Australia nor by an Australian. However, if I get Jessica White’s Meet the Writer interview back before then, I’ll schedule her instead to stick with AusReading Month a little more closely. I don’t like to give author’s deadlines when I’m not paying them.