Hello!

I've been sick. Really sick for me. I am really blessed that I rarely get sick and usually when I do, a bit of yoga makes it better but not this time. But I'm better now, thank good-ness. Just a stomach thing I suppose but particularly violent which seems random. Unless you consider that Uranus has gone retrograde, then maybe it makes perfect sense.

Speaking of random, last night out of nowhere Ronnie Random says,

"So When are you going to update Your blog? Jeeeeez!"

And Patty Pipsqueak chimes in

"Yeah! No one cares about your silly events!"

And then Ronnie Random says,

"Amanda's dog is really nice".

Ummmm. Yeah. Life at my house. The fact that we know 3 Amanda's doesn't help. But here's your update:

While I was away, Ronnie rearranged my living room exactly how I told him not to and sliced up my wisteria so you can now get on my porch-- errgh.

Patty says, "Man! Now our house has no mystery!!"

But I did notice the mailman seems happier.... And Ronnie assures me that when we get our WII Mario Kart back we will be able to play much easier now that he has arranged the living room around the TV and Home Theater speakers. It's interesting how my flower bringing hippie poet has transformed into a 'bring me a beer!" caveman. (yes, Ronnie, I know you prefer wine and would never ask me to bring it--it's just for dramatic embellishment, like when I re-wrote the gospels LOL!)

Since I had a lot of time on my hands, most of it spent in the bathroom (sorry, too graphic?) I decided that what your supposed to do when your in the bathroom is read, right? So I grabbed the first book I went by in a mad dash (again, too graphic?) It turned out to be "The Pillars of the Earth" by Ken Follett. Have you read it? I haven't read fiction for a while--a very long while, so I felt completely decadent. Can I just say, "Wow"? I just said it. "Wow." What a dreadful book. So graphic. And upsetting. Turning my stomach. I can't put it down.

I had read some Ken Follett in my 20s. He's real action-adventure, I remember a book about Afghanistan.... Lie Down with Lions? I bought Pillars of the Earth for my mother-in-law for Christmas since it was an Oprah best-seller and supposed to be so over the top good. I'm wondering if she read it before she brought it back and if so, Oh my Gosh! It's full of murder and rape and pillage and horrible stuff-- sort of like a epic historical romance written by a man. Well, not sort of like. That is what it is. Don't get me wrong--it's really well written and very compelling, I think I just haven't read a book like this in a while. When I was young I used to read those historical romances all the time, in fact, most of what I know about history came from there. Why is it that accidental rape always leads to great towering passion in these books?

What the Hell?

So, that's where I've been. Sick and sickened. But I have to finish this book. I have to make sure that the evil, disgusting William gets his just desserts. And that everyone lives happily ever after. Like me and my caveman. And Patty Pipsqueak and Billy Bi-polar.

Don't start me on him....

gtg, ttys, ly, bb!