A classic horror novel made even better. Literate, dark humor peppers this popular tale of 60s hippies that has been selling since first published in 1992. Greater depth and additional twists add to the fun in this new author’s edition as ill-fated friends making their way between two oceans create their own ocean of blood. Literate, dark humor peppers this popular tale of READ MORE…
Nan has had to leave her peaceful home above what used to be the Arctic Circle for something extraordinarily old-fashioned: a physical meeting with someone in, of all places, a city. If she doesn’t contract a fatal disease first, she might just choke to death on the Rococo holography currently choking Manhattan. And why hasn’t she heard anything from her best friend, Trix? Must READ MORE…
Thanks to stellar advances in longevity, Earth is overrun by Baby Boomers well into their hundreds. Social Security being the stuff of history books, subsequent generations must find some way to put all those Boomers to good use…challenging since few have minds that have survived along with their bodies.But the silver lining is that few can complain about what some of those uses READ MORE…
Gorgeous, and born with the proverbial silver spoon in her mouth, Veronica Hamilton has never had to interrupt her dreamy sentimentality to question her cultural snobbery or even whether or not that diagnosis of Asperger’s was accurate. But that was before her fabulously wealthy CEO husband framed her for the murders he committed. Now she’s fleeing across READ MORE…
My Maine in-laws were also part of America’s 1960s counterculture. With their own four hands they added a seemingly infinite and charmingly whimsical labyrinth of rooms to an august old farmhouse in the woods. Not only the four children they raised there but everyone on the planet, most assuredly including your truly, feels at home there. When I’m not there, Gaye (my son in-law’s mother) delights me with email:
Of Emergency Rooms and Girls-Go-Shopping by Gaye Bussey
Dave’s thumb is healing up nicely. It was definitely bad enough for the emergency room and stitches but not critical…thumb was not about to fall off. We arrived at the ER before 3 p.m. and didn’t leave until a little after 9. He had a painful gash from his woodworking tools, which needed pressure to keep the bleeding from starting up again and was very uncomfortable. But I suffered greatly from sitting in a hard chair…hard for a number of reasons…for over six hours. Poor me. A group of other waiters found they were allied by hating Biden, loving The Orange One, and telling stories about the entitled conduct of the immigrant population. About Hour Five I realized I could ask to go to the treatment room where Dave was being stitched up so my smoldering hair did not actually burst into flames. I will say the PA and nurse who stitched and bandaged him up were very patient, careful, and did not rush…which was a nice way to end up the ER stay.
Rachel and Judy were here through New Year’s Day. We did two nice Girls-Go-Shopping Days over that weekend. We weren’t looking for anything in particular but both of them found a couple of perfect pieces of clothing at a fun-to-look-around-in import store in Brunswick. Sweater (perfect size) and a kind of dress tunic thing for Rachel and bright pink Indian-ish style long shirt or tunic for Judy. Could have come from a time machine from the 60s. On Sunday, we left early for the train station in Freeport and both of them found some nice tops in Bean’s outlet store. We had lunch and were in plenty of time for the train. But the house is now veeeeeery empty. (Except for the guinea pigs.) Weather is drizzly and cold but not cold enough for the beauty that is snow.
