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It’s really time to kick back after a busy week, enjoy a hot mug of something wonderfully compatible with our vital body chemistry. I can feel the surge of warmth and restoration from my hot green tea earlier this morning and may yet top off my morning with some hazelnut coffee with milk — ummm, almost as good as a cinnamon roll.
First I wanted to update you on a few things I’ve mentioned in the past.
During my walks about the neighborhood, I’ve so enjoyed hearing and sometimes seeing the newer neighbors, our Red Shouldered hank family(ies?). There are so many, I can’t be sure how many, but against the small hillside behind our yard there is a corridor of sorts between several houses that form an open valley up to the main street and several times I’ve seen these guys shooting through that corridor amazingly fast like a thick brownish orange dart that drops below the fence line into a large undeveloped yard where, no doubt there are small critters the hawks have some interest in getting to know better. Their cries still often fill the air and one day, I heard but could not isolate where their calls were coming from. I shielded my eyes from the (very welcome) full sun shine and looked almost straight up and there, almost too high to distinguish were three of them, apparently playing by drifting without effort on the warm updrafts of the early afternoon. The sun was behind their wings, just enough to note that their orange coloring. I just have stood there for 2 or 3 minutes before thinking that I really should try to get a photo, which of course was magically transmitted to the raptors and they shot off to avoid this armature bird watcher. Oh well. . . It was a glorious sight while it lasted.
I also mentioned to you that I’d started a book from an author I’d heard about and wanted to share a quick update and recommendation. “Winter’s Tale” by Mark Helprin, 1983 w/ 673 pages, is a long story, but if you enjoy binge watching shows with running story lines that develop over many episodes, this may be a great book for you. It’s fiction, vivid and extremely literate with mind pictures that will leave you smiling as you read. If you are one to pause long enough to look up some lesser-used but mind-nutrient-rich words, you will find plenty nuggets in this narrative. The story unfolds as a well-balanced narration with plenty of conversations and thoughts from his many characters and each one of them are extremely well painted and easily cared about or hated. At this point I’m about 3/5 of the way through it and was beginning to wonder if Mr. Helprin was going to find a way to weave together all the different personal stories and so far, he is doing just that and daily I’m finding myself anxious to pick it up and just enjoy how this epic quilt finally assembles.
Netflix even has a DVD bearing the same title. I had added it way down at the bottom of my list to give myself time to finish the book, but it somehow found it’s way to my mailbox early and, rather than send it back or keep it until I could finish the book I decided to watch the thing. What the heck, movies are rarely true to the book they’re based on anyway. This movie did both, truncate or skip lots of great scenes as they had to, or make it into at least a 3 season mini-series and capture the look and feel of what this book has performed in my mind. This book, and the memories it has planted will stay with me long after I’ve moved on to other things. In this kindle culture we now live and read in, I’m so glad I decided to buy a used hardbound volume so I can enjoy the feel of a a real book as I consume this amazing story. So yea. I love and recommend this book.
Okay. It’s getting late and I need to wrap this up. I don’t have a fresh photo, but my transplanted cheery tree is doing and blooming great. I’ll have new photos soon, I promise.
Finally, I want to thank one of our members to this weekly event for being a beta reader for one of my stories. She did an great job of both finding the nasty grammar zits that adolescent stories suffer from and provided some great story line feedback that helped lift a story to a much better level. If you have or have not yet read my (about 13 minute long) Ribbons and Remembrances, short story about an old grandmother, her daughter and surprises of how life unfolds sometimes. I’m very grateful to Dinah of With Angels and Elephants for her readership, editing time and very useful feedback.
I invite you to enjoy the new and improved short story.
That’s it for me this week. Thanks for stopping by. I’ll be around to visit your share shortly.