I have been reading a very interesting book, "Look Me in the Eye: My Life with Asperger's", by John Elder Robison.
" Ever since he was young, John Robison longed to connect with other people, but by the time he was a teenager, his odd habits—an inclination to blurt out non sequiturs, avoid eye contact, dismantle radios, and dig five-foot holes (and stick his younger brother, Augusten Burroughs, in them)—had earned him the label “social deviant.” It was not until he was forty that he was diagnosed with a form of autism called Asperger’s syndrome. That understanding transformed the way he saw himself—and the world. A born storyteller, Robison has written a moving, darkly funny memoir about a life that has taken him from developing exploding guitars for KISS to building a family of his own. It’s a strange, sly, indelible account—sometimes alien yet always deeply human."
In that book, I learned that his brother also wrote a book about his own life: "Running with Scissors", which I also found in my library; it was made into a movie rated "R", no doubt because these men had seriously neurotic parents. I confess that I first put the word "crazy" in that sentence, but realized that might not be proper.
I discovered I could stream the movie on Pluto TV, but I want Cliff to watch it with me; lately he's been working on the old Ford tractor with the grandson's help, and has been coming in the house too late for us to watch a two-hour movie because I go to bed early.
I know people probably get tired of me singing the praises of public libraries in this computer age, but I'm such a cheapskate, I can't help but brag about the FREE BOOKS and FREE MAGAZINES I can read thanks to the Libby app, magazines like National Geographic and Rolling Stone that I could never afford! The one I read the most will always be Reader's Digest, though.
With our recent hailstorm, we also received around an inch and a half of rain, for which I'm grateful. Mother Nature has been giving us three or four days at a time of temps in the 70's, then several days of cooler weather, but nothing any cooler that the mid-twenties at night.
My asparagus roots were supposed to arrive this week, but with only two days left in the week, I'm getting impatient! The trench I dug for them has been ready for a week now. PS: I received an email saying they're coming today.
And that's what's happening around here.