Friday, April 4, 2025

First Lines: March 2025 edition

If I get a chance to do the other side
I might write "Hands off libraries!"

Let's just acknowledge that there are
too many valuable things They have
put their dirty grubby grabby
fascist nihilist anarchist hands on.

Below are the first lines of the books I finished reading in March. Plus two I Did Not Finish.   Two I rated excellent.   Four books were part of a series.   In one book there is a minor character with a physical disability.


I’m supposed to be getting ready for tomorrow’s Hands Off! rally.  I made my sign and I have my letters to my Senators.  But I just received two books on my kindle which I have been eagerly waiting for.  The desire is strong to stay in tomorrow, read all day, do laundry, and cook for Passover.  And if I cave to that desire, democracy dies.  Onward!

 

Book 1

Those little bastards were hiding out there in the tall grass.

 

 

Book 2

John Betjeman was right.  Nothing bad could ever happen at Peter Jones.  Thus thought Archie Williamson as he sipped his cappuccino and looked out over London’s rooftops from the Sloane Square department store’s sixth floor cafe. 

 

 

Book 3

Thursday, May 19, 1921; 12 days before

Angel

Everything was as it should be on the nineteenth day of May in the hopeful year of 1921.  

 


Book 4

On a Hot Day We Dream of Tea

In Botswana, home to the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency for the problems of ladies, and others, it is customary – one might say very customary – to enquire of people whom you meet whether they have slept well.


 

Book 5

The Library Lady

“That slowpoke Sarah!” Henny cried.  “She’s making us late!” 

 


Book 6

A Student Visit

“Well done.”

Perveen Mistry spoke aloud as she slid the signed contracts into envelopes.

 

 

Book 7 

Writing my memoirs has been no easy task.  I began putting down on paper my experiences from September 11, 2001.


 

Book 8

Morag Merrilea was an art student, earning money in her summer holidays by working as a secretary for Shopmark Fashions in Cnothan in the Scottish county of Sutherland.  She was English and considered herself a cut above her fellow workers.

 

 

Book DNF #1 

This is where the dragons went.

They lie…

Not dead, not asleep.  Not waiting, because waiting implies expectation.  Possibly the word we’re looking for here is…

…dormant.

 

 

Book DNF #2 

Darkness came on that town like a candle being snuffed.  





The titles and authors revealed:

 

 

Book 1

James

By Percival Everett

303 pages • first pub 2024 

fiction historical literary.


Excellent in every way.  Reads smoothly and quickly, and yet gives the reader much to think on.  Highly recommend. The “little bastards” referred to in the first line are Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer – it’s an accurate assessment of their character.


Trigger warnings on racial slurs, racism, racial violence, rape, murder.  For Book club #1, to discuss in May.  Maybe I will reread it before the discussion.

 

 

Book 2

The Excitements 

by CJ Wray 

304 pages • first pub 2024.

fiction historical thriller


Slow start.  No excitement until about 40% in.   This book did an unseemly amount of hopping around time periods.  Made me kinda dizzy. I did like one of the main characters – Archie – but really didn’t like any of the other characters.


 

Book 3

Angel of Greenwood

By Randi Pink

296 pages • first pub 2021

fiction historical Y.A. lit


I thought this book was excellent. It was proposed for the 9th grade curriculum at a local school district, but rejected by the ultra-conservative school board there.  They claimed it was not advanced enough. 


Balderdash.  I found plenty of advanced vocabulary.  It has a great story line and fine character development.  The most fascinating part to me was the presentation of conflicts between the approaches of Booker T. Washington and W.E.B. Du Bois on how to achieve racial equity.   What an excellent way to introduce high school students to these two thinkers!


The title character Angel is rather too perfect, and yet she was quite likeable.  The other main character Isaiah had more depth, is more troubled, and is also likeable.  Other readers complained that the author did too much “telling” rather than “showing,” but I disagree.  I thought the author did an exceptional job of showing the “agency” of the people in the town, before the attack by White people.  It’s rather like the town at the beginning of Their Eyes Were Watching God - a town run entirely by Black people, without White people interfering.  They create for themselves a normal life.  It’s really important for all readers, and especially White readers, to see this kind of portrayal.  


What would our country’s history be if Greenwood had been allowed by White people to continue?


 

Book 4

The Limpopo Academy of Private Detection (No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency #13)

Alexander McCall Smith

257 pages • first pub 2012

fiction mystery 


Huge amounts of tea drinking.  I had read this book before, but long enough ago that I remembered none of the details.  There are some sweet moments.


 

Book 5

All-Of-A-Kind Family (All-of-a-Kind Family #1)

By Sydney Taylor

188 pages • first pub 1951

fiction classics historical. middle grade


Scenes in the life of a Jewish family living in the tenements of New York City.  A light children’s book with a lovely little plot twist at the end.  For PT book club in April.

 

 

Book 6

The Bombay Prince (Perveen Mistry #3)

By Sujata Massey

349 pages • first pub 2021

fiction historical mystery.


A murder mystery with many interesting characters.  There were many limitations on women in that society at that time period.  Are we heading for the same here?

 

 

Book 7 

A Small Contribution: Memoirs of a Social Worker

By Morris R. Heney

216 pages.  2021.


A book I happened upon, on Hoopla.  One of my progeny has a degree in social work, so I was immediately interested.  And it reminded me that my father wrote his memoir.  This book was probably self-published.  There were some editing errors - a few repeated sections, misspellings.  I skipped some parts that were more policy-oriented.  But overall I found it interesting.  I remain grateful that there are people like the author and my progeny who do this difficult work, with little financial reward.


So far I don’t like reading ebooks on Hoopla.  The text is more readable on the Kindle.  But I would like to depart from Amazon products.  I’m stuck.  There is something called Kobo but I don’t have a clue how I could use library books on it, and right now I feel too distracted to change. 


 

Book 8

Death of Yesterday (Hamish Macbeth #28)

By M.C. Beaton

272 pages • first pub 2013

fiction mystery


Sooooo many murders, in just one little Scottish town!  Soooo many escapes!  Not a great read, but distracting enough from the real world that I decided to finish it.  The internet says the author’s quality of writing declined in her later years.  


 

Book DNF #1

Guards! Guards!  (Discworld #8)

by Terry Pratchett

416 pages • first pub 1989

fiction fantasy


Recommended by Older Daughter.  Pratchett is a brilliant and clever writer, but I find his books too dark.  Lots of dank, shadowy scenes, in a world where integrity and valor are not rewarded.  (But is that not the world we actually live in?)  Some amusing parts, but plenty of owls and rats, thieves and grifters.


 

Book DNF #2

The Cold Millions

By Jess Walter

352 pages • first pub 2020

fiction historical


Not sure why I couldn’t finish.  Writing style was difficult?  But it seemed to fit the setting of the book, which I usually appreciate.  Too violent?  Given that it’s about unions in the early 20th century, it was bound to include violence.  Too much else to read?  





Sunday, March 30, 2025

Noticing Nature - Stinkbug and Wetlands in Winter

Well-built walkway through the wetlands
in our local county park.

The endeavor: noticing one thing in nature each day. And attempting to be grateful.


February 26th through March 6th


On Wednesday Feb 26th, nature presented itself in the form of a malfunctioning furnace.  As the morning wore on, I noticed that I was feeling colder and colder.  The thermostat was set on 69oF but the temp was 64oF.  After some vain attempts to ask the Common Household Husband if he had turned off the heat for some reason (no reply from the CHH), I called the furnace company.  Within an hour repairperson Dan showed up.  He claimed that the deteriorating body of a stink bug inside the furnace had prevented the igniter from igniting.    So stinkbug is our featured item in noticing nature for Wednesday.


Thank you, repairperson Dan.



On Thursday, on the way home from shopping at a small locally-owned grocer, I decided on a whim to stop off in the county park for a nature walk.  The county has built a raised wooden walkway through a wetlands area.  It was more wet than land on Thursday.  To get to the raised walkway, I had to splash through numerous puddles and swampy places.  I was grateful that whoever built that walkway did a good job.  I thought, it was sound government and non-corrupt workers and business who brought us that walkway.   Sound government keeps us all from sinking into the muck.  I was so glad for a chance to consider all the living creatures I could not see but who make the wetlands area alive and worthwhile.  As I turned to walk back to my car, a huge heron / egret flew past.  Magnificent!  HeronEgret is the nature feature for Thursday. (Nope, no photo of HeronEgret)

Puddle.  
See below for a few more photos 
of our little wetlands.


Friday.  Hmm.  I was very busy not buying anything.  Did I even go outside?


Sat, Sun - we had out of town visitors - Older daughter and her husband!  A quick but wonderful visit.  The Common Household Son made it home from his business trip in time to join us.  And we had a lengthy fun facetime with Younger Daughter.  I cooked Chicken on Sheet Pan 3 ways (I only did one way), Sheet-pan Veggie Shawarma, and oven-roasted potato wedges.  I had delicious berries on my waffle Sunday morning at the waffle place.  Food is our featured nature item for the weekend.


On Monday, after spending close to an hour outside rallying for Ukraine, my frozen toes were a reminder of nature.   It is extraordinary good fortune that we were able to quickly get back in the car and restore toes to life.  The prospects for Ukraine, however, are uncertain.  Likewise, our own country.



Tuesday.  It was quite warm today. I went out to get the mail after sunset, without having to put on outerwear as if I was going searching for Ernest Shackleton.  The sky was still a beautiful dark blue and I noticed the “evening star” e.g. planet.  At the apex of the sky was the faithful crescent moon, along with some stars twinkling through the bare tree branches.  


Wednesday was when I realized I had forgotten to take my meds for 3 straight days. I NOTICED the nature of heartburn, for sure.  But this is proof that this drug works.  This particular med is to me a miracle and I am thankful for it.  I am counting as nature the way such chemicals work in the human body.


Thursday March 6th.  It snowed a bit today and was blustery.  The furnace is still working fine.  Yay!I didn’t go out until evening, when it was time to go to a Dem committee meeting.  I was grateful that the meeting was packed.  I hope these people stick around for the hard work.


* * * * * * * * * *


I wrote this on March 6th, back when it was still actual winter, but the rapid advance of fascism has made me too busy to post it until now.


History of this spot.

Three benches sunken into the wet.
This seems like a pointless place to put benches.
Who wants to sit there?!

The rushing creek.

Flora encroaches on the walkway,
near the end of it.



Lots of standing water. 
I mean, it is wetlands.



Poster of tiny life forms.





Thursday, March 6, 2025

Ashes to Ashes, Spoons to Spoons

Smash the patriarchy

 

How my Ash Wednesday went.


On Wednesday afternoon a kind person explained Spoon Theory to me.  The spoon is a metaphor for the mental - physical - spiritual energy each of us has in a day to devote to our daily tasks.  Imagine each of us is allotted a certain number of spoons for the day.  Some days, it can take a person, say, 5 spoons to just get out of bed; other days it takes that person zero spoons.  For some people, calling their Senator uses hardly any spoons; for me it’s a high spoon cost.  It always makes me nervous.


And then the kind person showed me what it says on her wall: “It is okay to run out of spoons.”  Given the frenetic pace I have been on, for political activity, I needed to hear this.  And it was refreshing to have Kind Person listen to me.

 

That blessed conversation ended.  I began to feel some nasty heartburn, something I hadn’t felt in a long, long time.  I realized that I had forgotten to take my heartburn medicine for three straight days, because I was distracted by the decline and fall of Western civilization.  Heartburn uses up some spoons, for sure.


That evening we set out for dinner and Ash Wednesday worship – my Jewish husband and I.  I wore the button (pin) that I have decided to wear everywhere.  It says, “No Kings” (see photo above).


We sat at a round table at a gathering of three local churches, eating delicious homemade soup.  Small talk with strangers is not my strong suit, but it is something society needs to help us get along.  At first we discussed the various soups - a safe and pleasant topic.  Then one person at our table – from a different church than mine – told us about his real estate endeavors - houses he has refurbished and rents out.  Excellent.  He has contributed to the common good through his business.  


Landlord Guy then went on to complain about how the county executive raised the real estate tax by 36%.  “But no, she wouldn’t cut jobs or cut county spending.  Instead my renters have to pay 36% more.”  I said nothing.  I don’t know this man at all, so I felt it was pointless to start an argument about taxes.  Someone else at the table said, Did you hear that the USAID money has been restored?  Landlord Guy responded, “I bet Chelsea Clinton is real glad about that!  All that money from USAID goes straight to the Clintons!”  I could not listen any more.  I got up quickly and left the table without saying a word. 


I suddenly had no spoons left. I went to the sanctuary.


Shortly after I left the table, the worship service started.  As I was in line to receive the imposition of ashes, the woman behind me tapped my shoulder and whispered to me, “I like your pin.”  My “No Kings” pin.  I was grateful and thanked her.  This woman restored to me a spiritual spoon. 


No kings but Jesus.


Saturday, March 1, 2025

Noticed that Nature Brought Ice This Week

No book club in person.  :-(

This post is my version of the Finding Joy in Gratitude effort.

Sunday Feb 16th: Today nature caused book club to move from in person to zoom.  The day started with relative warmth (around 40F) and rain, then the temperature dropped.  Slush, then snow.  There is probably ice out there but I am not going out until tomorrow to check.  And it’s going to be blasted cold for the next week.  Soooo grateful for heat and light.  And while a discussion on zoom is suboptimal, I was very grateful for the zoom option.  But my first attempt at a charcuterie board was cut off at the knees.


Monday, so-called Presidents’ Day:  The driveway was a sheet of ice; ice is part of nature.  I did not fall down, which is a miracle.   The reason that the icy driveway was important was because we were expecting the delivery of our new clothes washer, the old having served us well before going caput.  A new appliance is not part of nature, but not having to go to a creek in 16F weather to wash the clothes makes one grateful for the chance to avoid that interaction with nature.  Appliance installed; backlog of laundry being washed.


There was a rally in town, but I did not go.


Tuesday: I was confronted again by ice.  Our front walkway up to the mailbox has some pretty nasty icy patches.  We have run out of sidewalk salt.  The good thing about this bitter cold weather is, as the weather app tells me:  “Risk of mosquito activity is low.”


Wednesday:  nature?  What is nature?


Thursday: I walked for 1.5 miles on the treadmill to try to reduce my anger and anxiety.  I am counting pumping blood and moving muscles as part of nature.  Because it is.


Friday:  I will have to shovel the front walk - there is about one inch of snow on there.  I forgot to buy sidewalk salt when I was at the grocery store. 


Door-knocking partner cropped out for privacy reasons.
Look, there is a Tardis behind us.
Maybe we could go to a different time-frame.


Saturday: The temperature was above freezing as we went door knocking to try to find a candidate for town council.  Nobody volunteered to run.

Smoky the Bear exhorts us to resist.
Yeah, we're trying.

Sunday:  Temps slightly above freezing during the Demonstration for Democracy in town.  But still cold enough that when I was holding the camera to livestream (for our grassroots groups), I needed my gloves on.  I had forgotten my hat, but I was grateful that it was just warm enough that my ears did not get cold.  (several photos of this event at the end of this post)


Monday: The snow is melting.  It’s way above freezing today.  The walk out to the mailbox (to mail an item related to my aunt’s estate) was for once not a frigid and unpleasant expedition.


Aaand then I lost track of writing it all down.  But I got through the last week of February.  And for that I am thankful.



Demonstration for Democracy on Feb 23, 2025