Monday, December 21, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
I have had time to read "The Painter of Battles" by Arturo Pérez-Reverte. I'm not sure I would recommend this to everyone, but I would recommend it to any one with a creative mind because it really demands thinking outside the box, off the page, beyond the cubicle and definitely across the street if not the ocean. I thoroughly enjoyed reading about the creative process the antagonist goes through to craft his painting and was glad the plot wasn't hampered by the inclusion of a huge cast of characters and the all-too-common desire so many authors have to write as if they're trying to sell something to Hollywood. It definitely brings an insight into the world of war photography as well as the painting of battles.
I've also, as usual, read far too many mysteries to list. I've knit another pair of socks, started on a scarf, made a pillow or two, sewn most of a quilt and given some serious thought towards what need to make for Christmas gifts. Is it really only 2 months away?
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
And the sun set over Back Bay....
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
The other alternative might be a nice little cottage along the shore at Seabrook Beach, NH.
We also drove around Haverhill a bit and had a look at the house my grandfather grew up in. That neck of the woods has very sadly gone down hill -- I'm sure between the city and what ever absentee landlord owns the building now they obviously couldn't care less. How's this for a before and after!
It's nice, though, to see that the house is still a sort of greyish-lavender. Grandma Alice would be very happy in that regard.
And speaking of happy, I can't tell you how happy Malcolm and Charlie are that I'm home. You know I came back expressly to cater to their needs 24/7!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Sunday, February 08, 2009
My moggies, Charlie and Malcolm
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I have to admit, it was rather spooky when my MP3 player chose this as the last song to play on the ride home this evening.
Requiescat in pace, Mr. McGoohan.