There’s a phrase my brain keeps using this week: “Well, [insert name] really shit the bed.” I applied it both to politicians and L.M. Montgomery, so I’m not being terribly discriminate. Yes, things have been wild in the States. Yes, on Wednesday I felt exactly as I did when I watched the Twin Towers crash to the ground in 2001. However, I was proud of every politician who stayed up past 3:00AM to certify the election. Democracy is trying to carry on.
Closer to home: I had a virtual coffee date with my mom come Saturday morning, which is always something nice to do on the weekend. However, I never wake up early enough to see her actually drink coffee. For that, I would need to raise my weary head at 5:30AM.
There was this fun moment in the Costco when Nick and I got separated, but while I was waiting for him to return I was checking out the other customers and thought one was pretty attractive. Upon a closer look, it was Nick, so color me lucky. Fun fact: this is not the only time this has happened.
My friend Charles came in first place for a poetry contest and sent me a lovely email thanking me for guiding him with his work. He said I’m the best teacher he’s ever had, which is high praise indeed from a dude who has several degrees.
I’ve been jumping on Twitter almost solely to check out the Twitter account for all things Midwestern. This one made me laugh hard enough that it woke Nick up from his kitty cat power nap:
I’m still watching episodes of Tales from the Crypt, and they’re getting gorier. One story had a guy with a conjoined baby twin attached to his arm that gets cut off, and Bobcat Goldthwait tries to kill the baby twin in a meat grinder. It’s all bloody and new born-looking, which is exactly when I realized I couldn’t eat my chicken and snow peas take-out anymore. If a twin baby head Muppet thing has any consistency, it’s take-out chicken.
THIS WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
Although she doesn’t have any lessons for her readers, Stephanie Klein gives an honest portrayal of her time at fat camp and what her food obsessions, exacerbated further over the summer when she’s given minimal food and learns what bulimia is, do to her mindset as an adult in the memoir Moose.
It’s the last year, so we want to end strong. Three bookworms are on board with #ReadingValdemar 2021, and we hope that if you’re interested in fantasy or looking for a lighter read in history-in-the-making chaos, you’ll join us. The books are all newer and more likely to be at your public library. #LibraryLife
NEXT WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
What do you do when you live in the Midwest, but you tend toward Goth? When you’re a on the LGBTQ spectrum but live surrounded by corn? Chavisa Woods tackles the topic in unexpected ways in her short story collection Things To Do When You’re Goth in the Country. Review on Tuesday.
We took on a classic in Biscuit Book Club, and the results were a lot of “Oh, …hmmm.” So, to try and put it into words, I wrote a review of our most recent read, Beloved by Toni Morrison. Review on Thursday.
BOOKS ADDED TO THE TBR PILE
Some of these are Pearlsong Press books, which I’ve mentioned before. 100 Fathoms Below I picked up solely because of a Tweet: