Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Just Another Day at the Library

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I've had a pretty bad cough lately, no thanks to a cold. My cough has been pretty intense and, whether my age or something else, I don't seem to have much control “down below” (if you get my drift). And so begins my library story.

The library was so quiet and peaceful this evening. Librarians doing their jobs, people on the computers, some reading at the tables. It wasn't crowded, thankfully.

I was crouched down in the Fiction aisle of the library when I had a sudden coughing fit. At one point, I coughed so hard that I farted. Out loud.

Yes, I FARTED in the library!

Well of course I think flatulence is hilarious so I started laughing to myself....and you can guess where that led. You simply cannot fart in a quiet library without laughing and farting! I stayed in the aisle for a bit longer until I felt I had control over myself, before going to the front desk to check out my books.

Thank goodness I wasn't with my stepdaughter or one of my best friends. It would have been all over!  We would have been rolling on the floor for sure!

As I was standing at the desk, I heard the church bells from the nearby church. I love church bells but this song particularly got to me because it was “Holy, holy, holy” one of my favorites. What do I do? I started to choke up...yes, cry. The librarian looked at me like I was crazy. I quickly thanked her and hurried out of that place.

Oh the mortification.

I thought I was free. Free from my humiliation of farts and crying.


I walked quickly down the ramp and turned the corner so fast that I ran into a lady who was walking along side of the building. Yup, ran right into her. Gracious thing, she was. I apologized and hurried as fast as I could to the Jeep.

When I got into the Jeep I had myself a good laugh.

Moral of the story? I don't have one. If you have a bad cough and no control over your innards, don't go out in public; cry all you want at a song that cuts deep in the heart and darn it watch where you are walking!! That's the only advice I can give.
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Thursday, November 6, 2014

A Few of My Favorite Things......

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 ~My favorite season is Autumn. I love the smell of crisp leaves (and the crunch of them under my feet), apple goodies (caramel apples, apple pies, apple crisp, apple wine), going to Fly Creek Cider Mill, and cool evenings curled under a blanket with a movie or a good book!!

~One of the things I see while sitting on my back porch is a huge tree with beautiful leaves, summer or fall.  I love sitting on my back porch and looking at that tree (which is a couple streets away from mine), its leaves slightly blowing in the wind with the clouds rolling by overhead. One of my favorite sights is that tree.

~Nature trails!  I love walking on any nature trail, hiking in the woods. I love the leaves crunching under my feet and the sun shining through the tall trees.
 My sister and mother on a nature trail

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Kopycat Karen?

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At one point in my life I had read all of Karen Kingsbury's adult fiction novels and liked her writing well enough. The story lines were really good, the writing was just good. But the more she wrote, the more (in my opinion) mushy/unreal the story lines became and I wasn't impressed so I decided not to read her stuff anymore. Then awhile later, I decided to read one of her latest and it was really good. The one after that sucked. I can't figure it out.

Recently, I took her very latest out of the library. This one is called “Angels Walking”. I read the prologue and first chapter and was immediately taken. The story line was great and her writing was actually good! Then I got farther along and became very annoyed. See, part of her story line seemed very familiar and then it hit me......Richard Paul Evans. Who is that? He is a phenominal writer who wrote several fiction novels including “The Walk” series (which I highly recommend).

Anyway, in the newest Kingsbury novel, the main character loses his job, his apartment, and has no money. He ends up meeting a guy who leads him to a job at a nursing home and the kid becomes friends with an old woman who lives there – yada, yada, yada. Everything about that part of the story lines up with the book written by Richard Paul Evans “The Locket Trilogy”.

Karen's overall story line was different (ie, characters and the ending) but the part about the kid working in a nursing home is way too familiar to Richard Paul Evan's novel and it upset me because I think Evans is a much better writer than Kingsbury. In fact, I could probably write in a better scenario than she did, instead of the nursing home bit. It was almost exactly like “The Locket Trilogy”.

But.............other than that, it was a good book and not terribly unreal or mushy. Check it out and see what you think.