Monday, February 08, 2021

Books

Cliff asked me to choose him a new library book to read; he finally finished the one about  General Pershing right after reading a book about General McArthur.   Makes me yawn to think about such books.  I don't really mind choosing a book for him.  He would have no problem just browsing the library with the Libby app and picking something at random.  But he has specific tastes in books, so I will find a book, then check out what others say about it and how they rate it; this is how I find my own choice books, too.  

Several years ago, I noticed a lot of people talking about Ken Follett's writing; one man on a message board I frequented was in the process of reading every one of Ken Follett's books, then he'd send it to someone on the message board when he was finished; I don't know why he didn't either check out a library book or keep the book to read again, if it was so great.  I figured with such a popular writer, I'd surely enjoy him, so I bought Pillars of the Earth on my Kindle.  I just couldn't get into it; I I don't know why, except that the setting seemed so bleak and depressing, and everybody was poor and miserable and building cathedrals..  

But since I had already spent the money and owned a copy of the book, I offered it to Cliff, who at that point wasn't doing a lot of reading (he still had a job).  He devoured the book, raved about it, in fact.  I told his younger sister how enthusiastic Cliff was about it, so she read it and loved it too.  I always thought I should go back and give the book another try, but never did.  Oh, and guess what?  A while ago I wondered whether I had bought a Kindle edition of the book or a genuine book, so I checked the Kindle app:  there it was.  So, since Cliff had so enjoyed a Ken Follett book ten years ago, I though I'd find a book by the same author.  Normally, with a very popular author, you have to put his newer books on hold before you get to read them; the older the book is, the more likely it is that you will be able to check it out immediately.  Not so with Ken Follett.  Many of his oldest books still have to be put on hold.  

I did well, though, choosing a book from 1992 that takes place in World War II, Night Over Water.  Cliff does most of his reading during the half-hour he rides the exercise bike.  Today I heard the noise that tells me Cliff was done with his 30 minutes, but ten minutes later he still hadn't come out of the room, so I went and peeked in there.  He was sitting on the bike, not pedaling, but reading... and he stayed there like that for at least another half hour.  He told me it's great, so maybe I'll just keep getting him another Ken Follett book until he's read every one.

For those of my readers who don't care about reading, here's a mental picture of my daily life with a dog:  Yesterday we settled in to watch the Super Bowl and I sent Gabe out to potty.  I knew I shouldn't have sent him out alone, but it was 7 degrees outside!  We burn our trash in a barrel that's seen better days.  It's not your typical burn barrel; it's used to be a big fuel tank, I think.  Eventually it fills up and Cliff has to pick it up with the tractor and haul it somewhere, even with the burning.  There's a hole in one end of the barrel near the ground.  If Gabe can fish anything out of that hole to eat, he'll do it.  I knew he was gone to long just to have peed and pooped.  When he finally came to the back door he had a burned package of some sort, about the size of my shoe, in his mouth.  I opened the door a little and made him drop it out there.  When he came running through that back door, a foul odor came with him, a smell that I cannot even describe.  The grandson was over here to watch the game with us.  We were all speechless, so I knew a bath was needed... it was either kill the dog or bathe him.  Cliff put the game on pause (should have just left it paused, the way it turned out) and Gabe got a bath.  But do you want to know the rest of the story?

He's had the worst gas of his life today.  The worst thing about that is that when it's cold, as soon as the furnace comes on, he lays on the register until it quits blowing:  This circulates the hot farts and sends them to my battered nostrils faster.  

You can see the register showing near his foot.

"Get a dog," they said.  "It'll be a nice companion for you."

13 comments:

  1. Now you've got me curious about Ken Follet. I must have read one of his books a long time ago. I shall have to try putting one on hold at our library for my Kindle. Thank you for the recommendation. Poor Gabe. I hope farts are all he had and no upset tummy.

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  2. He can't feel too badly. He and the cat have been wrestling like crazy. They are a mess, it's like having toddlers: First they're napping together, then they're wrestling. I always know Blue has used his claws when I hear Gabe yelp.

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  3. Since I rooted for Tom Brady I enjoyed the game.

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  4. I loved Pillars of the Earth and Fall of the Giants. You really get your money's worth with his books.LONG trilogies.
    Laughed out loud at the register circulating Gabe's farts. Pet ownership has its off days:)

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  5. Any idea what he got into? I was torn over the game; I dislike Tom Brady and he already has enough Super Bowl rings, but TB seemed like the underdog. KC won last year, but I like Mahomes. John and I cheered mostly for good plays--which unfortunately, were mostly on the TB side. Their defense was punishing.

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  6. I wondered what Gabe had got into too to smell so bad afterward. Did you ever find out!

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    1. No, I went out early with two paper towels in hand, because I didn't want to touch anything that smelled so bad, and I threw it back onto the trash barrel... in the middle of the thing where nothing could reach it.

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  7. Margaret, the penalties helped the Chiefs lose the game. And I understand Mahomes had surgery on his toe today. He also had a concussion after that last game. He just wasn't up to snuff.

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  8. Decades ago, I read a thrilling non-fiction book and figured if I can be that entertained while reading about something that wasn't made up, I would rather only read non-fiction from then on out and learn something in the process. I have stuck with it ever since. So Ken Follett wasn't on my radar though he does have one non-fiction work at least about Ross Perot's secret mission to free some employees from an Iranian prison. Since I actually remember those events, faintly after all these years, I placed a copy on order.

    As a former dog owner, I can't remember how many times I've been in that position where it was either kill the dog or bathe him. A lot. Way too many. It was usually due to skunks or rolling in dead animals and not burnt up packages from the burn barrel though.

    I thought my first and last football game of the season was kind of a dud. The Chief offense apparently didn't eat any Wheaties before the game because their front line was like a pasta strainer trying to hold back water. Poor Mahomes probably ran more yards than his wide receivers.

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  9. Oooooooh Donna, this blog post was sheer JOY to read. In fact I read it twice! I can relate to Cliff and oh my word, I could SMELL Gabe!! *haha* Thank you for the great read today, my friend. ~Andrea xoxo PS~ I distinctly remember seeing the word "Follett" on one of the books on our floor-to-ceiling book shelf in the living room. Now I'm going to have to check it out as that author's name doesn't ring a bell.

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  10. Cliff might like James Patterson books. Some of folks I know like them. I can’t read fiction very often. I am weird. Fleta and Laura can’t either. Guess it’s a DNA thing.

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  11. Haha!! I could just see Gabe standing at the door with his stinky package, like the dog version of "Dennis The Menace"!!!! I laughed out loud when you wrote, "it was either kill the dog or bathe him"!!!!

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  12. I'm not a Follett fan myself, but I understand the appeal. It's that way for me with writers I love. Funny but I never, ever read a book twice. Just feel it's a waste of time, I'd rather get a new one. I have to tell you that dogs really can get into some nasty smelling stuff out there. But I must say the story about the farts made me chuckle, particularly about sitting on the vent and circulating them. oh dear, you poor things.

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