Sunday, April 26, 2015
Before he died, my husband asked that I save it to his son, Bryan, Now that I'm getting ready to move (later than expected--they postponed the move-in date, much to my annoyance) it is the right time for Bryan to have it. He came in from Bastrop by himself. I expected at least two or three helpers but he strode into the garage and announced he could move it himself. It took several hours but darned if he didn't manage.
I'm feeling nostalgic. I will miss the old safe. It's been part of my life for so long and I'm very protective of old things.. Not that I've spent much time with it, but it's always been there, an object from my childhood that has hung around. But it wouldn't fit in my new 2-bedroom apartment; it would stick out like a sore thumb. So now it's off to the next generation, and fortunately Bryan didn't break his back moving it into his truck. I know he'll take good care of it. He likes old things, too.
Posted by thelmaz at 9:00 PM
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Last week I had lunch at a friend's house and admired the lovely orchid on her window sill. "They're so delicate, they must be hard to grow," I said. "Not at all," she answered. "I just put four ice cubs in the soil every Friday. That's it."
Posted by thelmaz at 6:57 PM
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Sunday, April 12, 2015
I'm removing pictures from the walls. Framed covers of all the romance novels I wrote, pictures of my children, a picture of me at age 2. Did you know you can cover holes where the pictures were hung with toothpaste? Works amazingly well.
No prospective buyer wants to be distracted by your keepsakes. Get them off the shelves. Full bookcases? Clean them out, leaving so few books that anyone viewing your home will wonder if you know how to read.
What do I do with my shelves of speech therapy materials? Too bad, prospective buyer. They will have to stay.
Lately my whole life has revolved around the task of clearing out my house...and I'm barely half done.
More to come, probably...if I survive.
Posted by thelmaz at 4:22 PM
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Voted one of the best books of the past decade, this mystery revolves around an academic conflict concerning birds' relation to dinosaurs. Are they living dinosaurs or simply related? A specialist in bird evolution is found murdered; his body has been overrun by parasites. A graduate in the department is also murdered. Are the two murders related? Do they involve another specialist whose theory is in opposition to the murder victim's? Will our heroine Anna's dissertation defense be postponed because of the murders? Will "the world's most irritating detective" (Anna's nickname for him) solve the case? Do we care? I didn't, mainly because Anna, the main character, was so unappealing. Everything makes her angry. She stamps her foot a lot. Everyone sweats a lot. Everyone has a traumatic backstory. I finished the book so I can discuss it next week at my book club meeting. Sometimes everyone else likes a book better than I do. We'll see.
Guilty Pleasure Books
I am exhausted from cleaning, trashing, shredding, donating stuff from every room in my house in preparation for putting the house on the market, so naturally I need some escapist reading, And who wouldn't love an art restorer, assassin, spy for the Israeli secret service? Like James Bond, Gabriel Allon always gets his man. (I am secretly in love with him though I fear I'm too old for him. Oh well.)
Posted by thelmaz at 4:19 PM