Random (and cool) Act of Kindness

As you know, they are working on our street.  They are ripping up the water and sewer lines and working on a new water main before resurfacing the whole road.

This morning as I was cooking breakfast Sam took Andrew outside because Consumers Energy was out working on something.  They had two of their diggers out and Andrew is fascinated by the “Big trucks.”

As they stood watching, one of the workers walked up to Sam. She told him that Andrew loves watching and he asked if he’d like to sit in the digger. He said yes, and the man walked over and turned the machine off and put Andrew up in the cab of the digger.

He was in heaven! I guess he was loving being in there and then looked at Sam a bit scared and said, “All done.” He went back to Sam, who was kicking herself for leaving her phone in the house. She said it would have been such a cool picture.

The guy told Sam that when he was a kid, his dad took him to a building site or somewhere where there was construction going on. A man asked him if he’d like to get in the machine. When he said yes, he got a huge thrill. The man told Sam that it was a core memory that he will never forget. He said, whenever he sees a child watching them work, if he is able, he always tries to let them sit in one of the machines. He hopes that it will become a great memory for whoever sits in it.

Sam didn’t get the man’s name, but kudos to him for being such a nice guy and offering up a once in a lifetime memory for others. I wish I could extend my gratitude and let his bosses know what a great employee they have!

Book Thoughts

If you are watching a movie or a TV show, you can turn it off or walk out if you are done with it. In the same way, you can just stop reading a book. That doesn’t happen often for me, but I almost stopped reading both of them. Both of them just seemed slow to me.

That being said, it may have seemed slow because of my schedule change. I find myself not reading as many pages a day as I was. When I get home now, I usually go right to bed. If I do stay up and read it is usually a chapter and then I call it a night. So maybe the issue is that “I” was reading slower.

Both stories weren’t bad. They both had satisfying conclusions, one of them was a complete surprise. I thought I would write about them in case one of them (or both) peaked your interest.

The Dictionary of Lost Words

This is a fictional tale woven into historic events. It takes place during the time the Oxford English Dictionary was being compiled.

Here is the Goodreads Synopisis:

In 1901, the word ‘Bondmaid’ was discovered missing from the Oxford English Dictionary. This is the story of the girl who stole it.

Esme is born into a world of words. Motherless and irrepressibly curious, she spends her childhood in the ‘Scriptorium’, a garden shed in Oxford where her father and a team of dedicated lexicographers are collecting words for the very first Oxford English Dictionary. Esme’s place is beneath the sorting table, unseen and unheard. One day a slip of paper containing the word ‘bondmaid’ flutters to the floor. Esme rescues the slip and stashes it in an old wooden case that belongs to her friend, Lizzie, a young servant in the big house. Esme begins to collect other words from the Scriptorium that are misplaced, discarded or have been neglected by the dictionary men. They help her make sense of the world.

Over time, Esme realises that some words are considered more important than others, and that words and meanings relating to women’s experiences often go unrecorded. While she dedicates her life to the Oxford English Dictionary, secretly, she begins to collect words for another dictionary: The Dictionary of Lost Words.

Set when the women’s suffrage movement was at its height and the Great War loomed, The Dictionary of Lost Words reveals a lost narrative, hidden between the lines of a history written by men. It’s a delightful, lyrical and deeply thought-provoking celebration of words, and the power of language to shape the world and our experience of it.

One of the real people in the book is Dr. James Murray, who was one of the main people responsible for the Oxford English Dictionary. The book goes deep into the process of writing words on slips of paper with definitions and sentences with the word being used. You can see the slips in pigeon holes behind the real Dr. Murray below.

The fictional story of Esme is woven between real events and the historical timeline. I was amazed at how much time it took to put the dictionary together! It wasn’t a bad story, but it just wasn’t my normal read.

The Only Survivors

I was intrigued by the title of this book. I wasn’t sure if it was a mystery or a thriller. It was a story full of secrets.

Here is the Amazon Synopisis:

From the New York Times bestselling author of All the Missing Girls and “master of suspense, Megan Miranda” (Mary Kubica, New York Times bestselling author of The Good Girl), a thrilling mystery about a group of former classmates who reunite to mark the tenth anniversary of a tragic accident—only to have one of the survivors disappear, casting fear and suspicion on the original tragedy.

Seven hours in the past. Seven days in the present. Seven survivors remaining. Who would you save?

A decade ago, two vans filled with high school seniors on a school service trip crashed into a Tennessee ravine—a tragedy that claimed the lives of multiple classmates and teachers. The nine students who managed to escape the river that night were irrevocably changed. A year later, after one of the survivors dies by suicide on the anniversary of the crash, the rest of them make a pact: to come together each year to commemorate that terrible night.

To keep one another safe.
To hold one another accountable.
Or both.


Their annual meeting place, a house on the Outer Banks, has long been a refuge. But by the tenth anniversary, Cassidy Bent has worked to distance herself from the tragedy and from the other survivors. She’s changed her mobile number. She’s blocked the others’ email addresses. This year, she is determined to finally break ties once and for all. But on the day of the reunion, she receives a text with an obituary attached: another survivor is gone. Now they are seven—and Cassidy finds herself hurling back toward the group, wild with grief—and suspicion.

Almost immediately, something feels off this year. Cassidy is the first to notice when Amaya, the annual organizer, slips away, overwhelmed. This wouldn’t raise alarm except for the impending storm. Suddenly, they’re facing the threat of closed roads and surging waters…again. Then Amaya stops responding to her phone. After all they’ve been through, she wouldn’t willfully make them worry. Would she?

And—as they promised long ago—each survivor will do whatever he or she can do to save one another. Won’t they?

This book moves between the present and the past and how they all tie in together. As the story progresses, you get bits and pieces of the story and get a sense of the distrust that the survivors have for each other. I found myself suspecting that each of them were hiding things from each other. There were plenty of twists and an ending that was a complete surprise.

I’d love to hear your book thoughts. What are you reading? Did you read either of these? What can you recommend to me?

Happy Birthday, Louis

Today is the 122nd birthday of a jazz legend – Louis “Satchmo” “Pops” “Satch” Armstrong.

A unique voice and a amazing trumpet player, he is synonymous with jazz. Nothing I could write about him would do any justice to his life and legacy, so I thought I would just share a few of my favorite Louis Armstrong songs with you.

I’ve always loved A Kiss to Build a Dream On, but Louis’ version is my favorite.

Another favorite by Louis was actually one that I played at one of the last weddings I DJ’d. I was surprised that they actually asked for his version. La Vie En Rose.

How could I not mention his Grammy winning performance of Hello, Dolly! This song knocked the Beatles out of the number one spot on the charts (a spot they had held with three consecutive songs for 14 weeks!)

His collaborations with the great Ella Fitzgerald are classics. My favorite is from the show Porgy and Bess – Summertime. Both were great scat singers

Yes, it’s out of season, but I LOVE Louis’ version of Winter Wonderland

How could I not include a song that I believe belongs to Louis? NO ONE, in my humble opinion, could ever do it the same justice as he did. The emotion expressed, the beautiful arrangement, and those amazing lyrics – What A Wonderful World.

Here is a version not many are familiar with. Listen to “Pops” Armstrong’s vocal introduction to the song…

Happy Birthday, Satchmo!

Cartoon Moment and The Life Lesson

One of the first things I do when I get up is look back at Facebook Memories. I didn’t need it to know that today is the birth anniversary of my high school band director, my mentor, and friend Tom Shaner.

He passed away before Christmas in 2020. I wrote an emotional blog about him here:

The memory that came up with a montage of photos read:

Remembering one of the best on his birthday. He was probably one of the most important role models, mentors, and friends I have ever had. What a blessing it was to remain friends long after high school. I miss our telephone chats and email exchanges. Every time I hear a bad pun or long joke with a bad punch line, I always think, “TS would have loved this joke!” Whenever I see an old Far Side cartoon, I wonder if it might have been one that he ripped off his wall calendar and put in my mailbox while at school. There are so many wonderful memories of our friendship. I miss him a lot. Happy heavenly birthday, Tom.

I shared the memory again, along with the picture montage. I used to call him on his birthday every year. I’d always ask how old he was and he would always swap numbers. If he was 75, he’d tell me he was 57. I always enjoyed our chats.

Shortly after I posted the memory, the kids and I were sitting out in the living room and Bluey was on Disney Plus. One of my favorite episodes was on – Camping.

In the episode they are camping and Bluey meets a friend. They play together for a few days and have loads of fun, despite a language barrier (Jean Luc is French). They pretend that Bluey’s dad is a wild pig and they plan to catch it (you’ll see why I mention that shortly). One morning Bluey goes to find Jean Luc to play, but he and his family have gone home. Bluey goes around to all the various places they played at to look for him, but she cannot find him. When her mom (Chilli) tells her she saw them leave, she is sad to hear that they have gone.

She asks her mom why he had to go. The following exchange occurs:

Bluey : Why did Jean-Luc had to go?

Chilli : Their holiday was over, Honey.

Bluey : But I want to keep playing with him! He was my friend!

Chilli : Well look sometimes special people come into our lives, stay for a bit. Then they have to go.

Bluey : But that’s sad!

Chilli : It is! But the bit where they were here was happy, wasn’t it?

Bluey : Yea, we caught a wild pig together!

Chilli : Maybe that makes it all worth it?

Bluey : Will I ever see him again?

Chilli : Well, we’ll never know. The world is magical place!

This above exchange took on a whole new meaning when I thought of my friend.

Chilli : Well look sometimes special people come into our lives, stay for a bit. Then they have to go.

Bluey : But that’s sad!

Chilli : It is! But the bit where they were here was happy, wasn’t it?

I asked myself that question. Yes, the bit when he was here certainly was happy. It was certainly a time of music, laughter, fun, and friendship.

It’s funny how a cartoon exchange can offer a simple life lesson – one very much like the life lessons Tom shared with so many of us.

While we might be sad that some loved ones are no longer with us, may we always remember the happy bit of time we shared with them.

All It Needs Now is a Coat of Paint

Once again, I am forever grateful for the handyman skills of my father-in-law. Whenever there is some sort of project that Sam (or I) want to do, he is able to see the finished product in his head. Nothing is impossible and even though there always seems to be a hiccup or two, the project always turns out fantastic.

Recently, we decided to lay down new deck boards on our side porch. We also put up new columns, as the old ones were dry rotted. It’s been a project, but the hard part is finally complete. I know I have shared some of the before pictures….

The missing post in the above picture is what led to the rest.

Then we had issues with the boards. Ours had no groove in the middle, so we had to make adjustments.

New posts went up first and some of the deck board, but there was much more to do.

The above is where we left off a week or so ago. These boards, while not in the best shape, were going to take some work to get up. Despite having some minor surgery earlier in the week, and me telling him we could wait another week, my father-in-law said he was coming over Sunday to work on the porch.

So, on Sunday morning, I brought out all of the tools we needed for the day. I had the air compressor, nail gun, impact drill, hammers, pry bars, table saws, jigsaws, miter saws, and another bag of various tools ready to go. He was there at 10am sharp and we got right to work.

The first thing we did was start laying boards where we left off. We worked right up to where the post was and then ripped the rest of the old boards out. Around the posts we had to cut notches so the boards would fit. We did some creative cuts when we got to the end and against the house. Then we had to go to the other end and finish a couple boards there.

Once the deck boards all down and in place, my father in law took some excess wood and made some decorative boots for around the tops and bottoms of the posts. I learned that my table saw can be adjusted to cut at a 45 degree angle! Who knew!?

I thought the boots looked very cool on the posts.

All I need to do now is paint the posts and figure out whether or not to stain or paint the deck boards. The finished product…

It was a long day. I spent a lot of time bending over and on my knees. My back and knees are a bit sore today. It was worth it … and the countless ibuprofen pills I have been popping all day!

Thanks again for your help, Dad!

Thank You For Being A Friend

Last night Sam and I headed down to Royal Oak to watch The Golden Girls – The Laughs Continue. It had been too long since we had a date night and this was the perfect solution. As I mentioned in a previous blog, we heard that the show was a bit more … “adult.” It was, and in between the raunchiness, there were times I laughed out loud.

Before I go on, I mentioned that Sam was teasing me about “costumes” that we were going to wear to the show. Thankfully, I did not have to don a dress or a wig. She bought us T-shirts (mine was a bit snug).

When we left the parking garage and walked to the theater, there was a line all the way around the building! I had no idea that there were so many Golden Girls fans. It was crazy. The show was for 18 and older, and it was obvious that all ages were represented.

When we walked in there was a guy snapping photos in front of pictures of the actors. It made the process quick and easy.

I had no idea how good our seats were. I purchased them online and thought they would be further back from the stage than they were. They ended up being pretty good seats. Once the lights went down they began the Golden Girls Theme Song and the entire audience sang along. Then the stage lights came up and the played one of those little “scene change” musical snippets from the show and the actor who played Dorothy walked on stage.

Keep in mind that all the characters were played by men in drag. The thing that blew me away from the get go was that this guy actually sounded like Bea Arthur!! Actually, all the guys sounded just like the characters they played. The voices and the mannerisms were dead on, especially they guy who played Blanche. They were so good, I forgot they were guys.

I won’t go into the plot or anything, but I will say that it was a bit raunchier than I expected. I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. My co-worker who took his wife the night before told me that there were some elderly ladies sitting in front of them and his wife was embarrassed for them. During intermission, I was in the rest room and a guy in a stall behind me was talking about how “inappropriate” some of the dialogue was and how they “didn’t have to take it that far.”

That said, there were many times I truly belly laughed. I’ve always been amazed at the work that goes into a play. Quick costume changes, scene changes, and all the lines that they have to memorize. These guys were very good.

One thing I really enjoyed were the little subtle nods to Broadway shows and the actresses and the shows they were in. There was an obscure reference to Mame, which Bea Arthur appeared in on Broadway with Angela Lansbury, which only a few people got. Rose, the Betty White character at one point says she had a weird dream that she was on The Mary Tyler Moore Show (she was). Later, while Sophia is talking about some rap singer, Blanche says something about being in the “3-1-3” (Detroit’s area code) and how she should be talking about Eminem!

Another thing I loved was how many times the actors broke the fourth wall. Nodding to the audience or acknowledging the audience or pointing to an audience member – you know, things that aren’t in the script, but make you know they know you are there. My favorite instance of this was when the Sophia character tells Rose (Betty White) that she KNEW that she was going to outlive all of them. The audience roared at this and each of the actors looked at the audience pointed upward and paid homage to Betty White. It was pretty cool.

The play never felt like it was dragging on. It was about a two hour show and a fun night out for Sam and me. We drove home afterward and decided we were hungry. (There were a lot of times cheesecake was mentioned in the play.) I won’t lie, I was amazed at home many places were closed by 10 on a Friday night. There were places that were open until midnight, but the kitchen closed at 11. It would be closed by the time we got there. So we decided on a stop at Taco Bell.

On the way home, Sam asked me something that really made me realize how much our lives have changed since having the kids. She said, “Can we go home, sit on the couch, eat our nachos and watch something that IS NOT a kid’s show!?” That hit me hard. Before kids, we spent so much time watching TV together on the couch. Now it seems that the TV only plays kid shows.

She found the very first episode of House, M.D. with Hugh Laurie. We sat snuggled up together eating and watched it together. Afterward, we called it a night and went to bed. It really was a perfect night.

As a bonus, because the kids stayed at Nana’s, we got up and had coffee together. We sat on the porch and enjoyed the quiet time and cool weather. Then Sam reminded me of the cheesecake mentions in the play and how a slice would be perfect for breakfast. I wasn’t about to argue, so I ran up to the grocery store and bought one! It was delicious and a sweet way to wrap up an amazing day/night with my wife!

Jotting Down Some Randomness

The past week has been one of change and challenges for me. I am usually not lacking things I want to write about, but the past few days have been … well, busy. I’ve jotted little random thoughts in my “possible blog” notebook but none of them really warrants a full blown blog. So I decided to throw many of them all together for you. Consider it a Blogging Smorgasbord.

(Mental note: Use Smorgasbord in a sentence today. Check!)

Afternoon Adjustment

One of the biggest changes for me has been the switch from midnights to afternoons. Things have been very busy at work and I know that there are a lot of things that I still need to learn. However, I’ve sort of settled in and have taken care of reviewing patient charts, scoring records, helping techs with hook ups and whatever else is needed.

It’s weird to see the “day people.” We see their names in e-mails and on orders, but to actually see them … it’s just weird. There is a small window of time between when the day folks leave and the night folks come in where the building is strangely quiet. It’s almost too quiet. I have had to make sure that I turn some music on in order for me not to get distracted by the silence.

My entire eating schedule is out of whack, too. I’m used to lunch at 11pm and dinner at 3:30am. Now, I am eating on what you would call a “normal” schedule. I also have to deal with the never ending supply of sweets and snacks from the day staff. It seems that there are always some kind of goodies on the break room table.

The best part has been being able to crawl into bed and hold my wife at night (when one of the kids isn’t in our bed!). In just one week, I feel like we have talked more like when we first got married. Both of us are rested, get up and have coffee together, and have breakfast and lunch as a family. It really is wonderful.

Date Night

Sam and I have a date night coming up this weekend. If there is ever any question as to whether I love her or not, this should prove that the answer is a resounding YES. Look, I’ve seen a few episodes of the Golden Girls here and there. Sophia reminds me of my Italian grandma. However, I wouldn’t go out of my way to see a “Golden Girls” stage show – unless my wife wanted to see it. She does and we are.

I don’t know much about the show. The Golden Girls – The Laughs Continue. I heard it is a bit “raunchier” than the actual show. My co-worker saw it tonight and said it was good. He promised to not give away any spoilers. He took his wife.

We were talking about how some people really got into it and were dressing up to go to shows like this. My wife has informed me that she has something for us to wear to the show. If I wind up in a wig and a dress, I will be sure to share pictures.

Did You Ever ….

This doesn’t happen often, but have you ever started a book with the impression that it was going to be good only to find it slow and not what you expected? I am listening to an audiobook that I borrowed based solely on the title. The unabridged audio book is just over 11 hours. I am three hours in and I am just now feeling like it might be starting to get interesting, but I’m not sure. I debated whether or not to just stop listening.

I suppose it is my fault. I usually read the synopsis before deciding on reading a book. I never did for this one. Prior to blogging, I read the synopsis and afterward asked myself, “If I had read this before adding it to my ‘to read’ list, would I have actually wanted to read it?” I’m guessing not. I will probably listen a little longer just to see what, if anything, happens. At some point, though, I need to decide whether I want to finish it or not.

I Don’t Get the Hype

Someone posted the above on Facebook and I had to steal it. I truly don’t know how to take the hype surrounding the Barbie movie. My first thought is that Hollywood’s creativity is at an all time low and this was the result of someone scraping the bottom of the barrel for a movie idea. “Oooooo! I know! Let’s make a movie about Barbie and the various versions of dolls!” How does this idea even make it up the flagpole!?

Sam actually wondered if it would be something that Ella might like. Most people who did see it said it was probably not something to take kids to. It seems that this movie is made for adults who used to play with Barbie dolls or something. Urgh.

This leads to my second thought – adults are actually willing to pay big ticket prices to actually watch this in a theater. THIS is what the general public sees as “entertainment.” At what point do they just throw together two hours of 2 to 3 minute Tik Tok or Snapchat videos and market it as a “major motion picture?!” Sure, you can watch that crap on your phone, but if they did put it in theaters, you can bet that people would flock to see it. Next thing you know, some idiot Tik Tok “star” will get an Academy Award!

It has been a LONG time since there has been a movie that has come out that I would actually want to pay to see. I’ve been fascinated by the story of Hiroshima, so the Oppenheimer movie might be something I’d go see, but the reviews are mixed. I will probably do what I usually do – wait to stream it or rent it.

New Bluey? Yes, I Will Watch!

My wife says to me today: “Have you watched the new Bluey episodes yet?”

I shout back, “What?! Are they one Disney + already? I didn’t think they were airing in the US yet!”

Yes. There are new episodes. Yes. I will watch them by myself.

I learned a long time ago that it is totally ok for an adult to watch cartoons without kids. It keeps me young!

Book Recommendation: Vera Wong’s Unsolicited Advice For Murders

I just finished listening to the audio version of this book by Jesse Q. Sutanto. I guess this is what folks refer to as a “cozy mystery.” I really don’t know what that means, but I will tell you that I liked it.

As someone who reads a lot of mysteries, this one kept coming up as a suggestion in my Goodreads feed. Before adding it to my “Want to Read” list, I always read some of the reviews. They were mixed, but the thing that sold me on it was that people said that it made them laugh out loud. So I took a chance on it and loved it.

Here is the Goodreads synopsis:

Put the kettle on, there’s a mystery brewing…

Tea-shop owner. Matchmaker. Detective?

Sixty-year-old self-proclaimed tea expert Vera Wong enjoys nothing more than sipping a good cup of Wulong and doing some healthy ‘detective’ work on the internet (AKA checking up on her son to see if he’s dating anybody yet).

But when Vera wakes up one morning to find a dead man in the middle of her tea shop, it’s going to take more than a strong Longjing to fix things. Knowing she’ll do a better job than the police possibly could – because nobody sniffs out a wrongdoing quite like a suspicious Chinese mother with time on her hands – Vera decides it’s down to her to catch the killer.

Nobody spills the tea like this amateur sleuth.

As I prepared to write this blog, I found out that this book was one that the author’s editor had her rush to write it. They had her put all her other projects on hold and get this book out. According to one review, the book was “sloppily thrown together,” but I never thought that. Another review noticed that the author used a line (or a similar line) twice, which they found annoying. Uh, ok. I never noticed.

I was hooked from the first line of the book:

Vera Wong was born a rat, but she should have been a rooster-that is according to the characteristics of the signs in the Chinese horoscope!

I admit to having laughed out loud quite a few times while listening. There were also times where I really felt for some of the characters. Vera certainly is the main character, but the supporting characters were just as important to the story. While there was some predictability to some of the story arcs, I was surprised to find out who the murderer was. I never saw it coming.

I can see the Vera character being one that could easily be a protagonist that could carry a series of stories. Honestly, I hope that is the case. She’s a bit Columbo and a bit Sophia from the Golden Girls. It was a joy to read (listen to).

Some Books I’ve Read

It’s been a bit since I offered up some thoughts on my recent reads, so I thought I would share a few with you. (The one I am currently reading is very good and will review separately when I finish.)

I really enjoyed this book. I certainly gained some insight into Abraham Lincoln and learned a LOT about Frederick Douglass.

From Goodreads:

The New York Times bestselling author of George Washington’s Secret Six and Thomas Jefferson and the Tripoli Pirates turns to two other heroes of the nation: Abraham Lincoln and Frederick Douglass.

Upon his election as President of the troubled United States, Abraham Lincoln faced a dilemma. He knew it was time for slavery to go, but how fast could the country change without being torn apart?

Many abolitionists wanted Lincoln to move quickly, overturning the founding documents along the way. But Lincoln believed there was a way to extend equality to all while keeping and living up to the Constitution that he loved so much–if only he could buy enough time.

Fortunately for Lincoln, Frederick Douglass agreed with him–or at least did eventually. In The President and the Freedom Fighter, Brian Kilmeade tells the little-known story of how the two men moved from strong disagreement to friendship, uniting over their love for the Constitution and over their surprising commonalities. Both came from destitution. Both were self-educated and self-made men. Both had fought hard for what they believed in. And though Douglass had had the harder fight, one for his very freedom, the two men shared a belief that the American dream was for everyone.

As he did in George Washington’s Secret Six, Kilmeade has transformed this nearly forgotten slice of history into a dramatic story that will keep you turning the pages to find out how these two heroes, through their principles and patience, not only changed each other, but made America truly free for all.

The first of two Mitch Albom books I read. These are easy reads and I read both of them in a day. He’s really a fantastic story teller.

From Goodreads:

Adrift in a raft after a deadly ship explosion, ten people struggle for survival at sea. Three days pass. Short on water, food and hope, they spot a man floating in the waves. They pull him in. “Thank the Lord we found you,” a passenger says. “I am the Lord,” the man whispers. So begins Mitch Albom’s most beguiling novel yet.

Albom has written of heaven in the celebrated number one bestsellers “The Five People You Meet in Heaven” and “The First Phone Call from Heaven”. Now, for the first time in his fiction, he ponders what we would do if, after crying out for divine help, God actually appeared before us? A fast-paced, compelling novel that makes you ponder your deepest beliefs, “The Stranger in the Lifeboat suggests that answers to our prayers may be found where we least expect them.”

The second Albom book. This one speaks of time. I’d rate both about the same. They were entertaining and made you think.

From Goodreads:

In this fable, the first man on earth to count the hours becomes Father Time.

The inventor of the world’s first clock is punished for trying to measure God’s greatest gift. He is banished to a cave for centuries and forced to listen to the voices of all who come after him seeking more days, more years. Eventually, with his soul nearly broken, Father Time is granted his freedom, along with a magical hourglass and a mission: a chance to redeem himself by teaching two earthly people the true meaning of time.

He returns to our world – now dominated by the hour-counting he so innocently began – and commences a journey with two unlikely partners: one a teenage girl who is about to give up on life, the other a wealthy old businessman who wants to live forever. To save himself, he must save them both. And stop the world to do so.

I saw mixed reviews on this one, and while I thought it was a bit slow to start, I really enjoyed it and how it ended. I listened to the audio book, which was performed by a few people – each main character was voiced by someone. I’m sure that made it much easier for me to follow.

From Goodreads:

A wedding celebration turns dark and deadly in this deliciously wicked and atmospheric thriller reminiscent of Agatha Christie from the New York Times bestselling author of The Hunting Party.

The bride – The plus one – The best man – The wedding planner – The bridesmaid – The body

On an island off the coast of Ireland, guests gather to celebrate two people joining their lives together as one. The groom: handsome and charming, a rising television star. The bride: smart and ambitious, a magazine publisher. It’s a wedding for a magazine, or for a celebrity: the designer dress, the remote location, the luxe party favors, the boutique whiskey. The cell phone service may be spotty and the waves may be rough, but every detail has been expertly planned and will be expertly executed.

But perfection is for plans, and people are all too human. As the champagne is popped and the festivities begin, resentments and petty jealousies begin to mingle with the reminiscences and well wishes. The groomsmen begin the drinking game from their school days. The bridesmaid not-so-accidentally ruins her dress. The bride’s oldest (male) friend gives an uncomfortably caring toast.

And then someone turns up dead. Who didn’t wish the happy couple well? And perhaps more important, why?

Have you read anything you think I’d enjoy? What book have you read recently that was one you couldn’t put down?

It’s Coming Along

My father-in-law and I are a far cry from Al Borland and Tim “the Tool Man” Taylor. As I have stated before, he is brilliant when it comes to home improvement projects. Any time we have run into a snag, he’s always been able to find the right solution.

A few days ago, I posted about the deck project. If you missed it, you can read that post here:

He came over Saturday afternoon and we got the remaining two posts up. Afterward, we had to trek off to Menards to get the rest of the deck boards. They still have our street tore up and Sam wasn’t sure he’d be able to get his trailer down the road, so he didn’t bring it with him. Instead, we took his truck to get our supplies.

He is always thinking ahead. Knowing that the deck boards were 12 feet long, he packed a battery operated circular saw. Once we got all the boards, we found a spot in the back of the parking lot and began cutting them in half so we could put them in the back of the truck.

Once we got back home, we began to lay the deck boards. For some reason, some of the tongues were not fitting into the grooves. They should just fit together like a puzzle piece.

We needed 45 deck boards. We went through and picked the best looking ones out of the ones they had there. Some were a little darker than the others, some seemed a little thinner than the others, but they are all the same part number.

When we start laying them in, some really had to be forced together. We were tapping them in with a 2×4 and a sledge hammer in order to get them to snap together. Some of the boards may have been bowed a bit, too. It was a lot more challenging than we expected. We did make headway, though.

We’re about half way there.

My father-in-law plans to put the remaining ones on and then trim the ends. He says it will be easy, and I trust him. He is having some surgery this week which will slow him down. He was talking about coming over this weekend to finish, but I told him there was no hurry. Sam and I were more worried about getting the support posts up. There are still boards leading to the door, so we can wait a little while.

I may attempt to lay a couple down, but I’m not sure I want to try without him there. I’m so grateful for his help on this!