I finished The Reckoning by John Grisham last night on the bus ride home. Just as I arrived at my final stop, I was reading the final paragraph. I hopped off the bus and finished the book right there at the bus stop. It was drizzling and chilly, but I was so engrossed, I hardly noticed.
I relived the last few pages on my walk home. There was a wonderful twist at the end. It was a quick read. Grisham has an interesting style. Not much on fully developing the characters, but I found that was refreshing. I could flesh them out in my own imagination. But I ate up the historical references to the Bataan Death March. As I mentioned in my last post, I have already reserved a few more books regarding this horrifying moment in our history.
I have now begun a new book: God's Middle Finger: Into the Lawless Heart of the Sierra Madre, by Richard Grant.
This is not a work of fiction. The author is a "travel narrator". I am eager to read more of his writing. He expressed some deep thoughts concerning his true nature, that made the hair stand up straight on my arms. It could have been me talking!
Maybe I am getting better! And hopefully wiser!
I relived the last few pages on my walk home. There was a wonderful twist at the end. It was a quick read. Grisham has an interesting style. Not much on fully developing the characters, but I found that was refreshing. I could flesh them out in my own imagination. But I ate up the historical references to the Bataan Death March. As I mentioned in my last post, I have already reserved a few more books regarding this horrifying moment in our history.
I have now begun a new book: God's Middle Finger: Into the Lawless Heart of the Sierra Madre, by Richard Grant.
This is not a work of fiction. The author is a "travel narrator". I am eager to read more of his writing. He expressed some deep thoughts concerning his true nature, that made the hair stand up straight on my arms. It could have been me talking!
"I learned that most places are not as dangerous as people say. I learned to trust my instincts in dangerous situations, because I kept emerging unscathed. Slowly and almost imperceptibly, my acceptable level of risk kept rising. I began to feel comfortable in situations that would have frightened me a few years earlier...At the same time I grew increasingly dissatisfied and irritable with what we are prone to call normal life. Except for wine, music, and books, I disliked shopping. Television grated on my nerves, the commercials in particular, so I got rid of the television. I found it harder and harder to rouse any interest in sports, celebrities, electronic gadgets, the chatter of the culture, the latest this or that..." (God's Middle Finger: Into the Lawless Heart of the Sierra Madre, by Richard Grant, p. 17)
OMGoodness! That is me! And now I am seeing that my camper van dream is not so outrageous after all! Not only will it give me a back up living situation, but I will be able to take some road trips when I am on break from teaching. I have so many places I want to see, but ultimately, not being tied down by a home and things appeals to me enormously. I wish to spend my golden years experiencing life rather than collecting useless items.
I even spoke with my nephew about my camper van idea. During our conversation, I realized I had broached the subject a few years and a few moves ago. He had some recommendations. I think when I have enough money saved up, I will corral him into van shopping with me.
Speaking of my golden years, a photo popped up on my Facebook feed today from 2015. Around the time when I first began this blog.
I felt a burst of pride seeing that I have indeed made progress. I get discouraged with my lack of control with food and my waxing and waning health. But I have established some very healthy habits. One of which is daily exercise. Another, more important is daily prayer!
And see for yourself!
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| April 2015 |
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| April 2019 |
I may be grayer, but I have shed at least one chin!
Maybe I am getting better! And hopefully wiser!
I had to do a quick hoop session this morning. My granddaughter and her dad were hanging out in the living room, so I snuck out to the back porch. But her adorable little face keep peering at me with a wide, toothless grin.
That might explain my goofy grin. But I got it done! Day 34!
And now I'm off!
Happy Thursday!
Talk to you tomorrow!
Love,
Zita
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