Monday Musings
I spent much of the weekend scanning photos for the book I’m writing. Sitting all those hours has caused my knee to swell and pain coursing through it. I don’t know why I sometimes do the things I do. I know I am supposed to wear those horrible, ugly compression stockings, but I didn’t. Now I pay the price.
I picked up a Christian fiction book by Deborah Bedford called “Just Between Us” that came with good reviews. Unfortunately, I had to put it down. I was disappointed that it just, well . . . see
med . . .uh . . what shall I say? Guess I’ve said enough.
I’ve been reading an old Thomas Hardy book I picked up for ten cents at the thrift store. It’s called, Tess of the d’Uurbervilles.”
It’s a little easier to read than “Jude, the Obscure” another book by Hardy I read last year. When I read old books, I am struck by two things: One, how easy and comfortable our lives are today compared to earlier times; and two how along with our advancement in knowledge we have lost the beautiful language of yore.
Surgery for hubby this week, annual mammogram, preparation for grandchildren visit.
Blessings to all who read
