Robert B. Parker is dead, but Spencer and Jesse Stone live on. Ace Atkins has kept the short sentences and chapters, though he's added a bit more description, in his role as Spencer's caretaker. Jesse Stone is now encased in more verbiage than Robert Parker wrote if you took all his books together. Reed Farrel Coleman twirls the language on the page; he's a poet from the dark side, for sure. If only he'd use a proper name now and then to remind the reader which character is speaking.
My Humanities Seminar requires no reading; there are articles which augment the lectures, and which are to be read after class. It's odd to attend a class without preparation, but the absence of required reading has left me with plenty of time to indulge in novels and biographies and history.
This move to non-fiction is a surprising turn of events. Is it possible that my brain is expanding its capacity as I age?
Alex Rodriguez apologized for his bad behavior while acknowledging that many will not believe his sincerity. He sent a hand written letter to the Yankee organization, refusing the team's offer to let him use Yankee Stadium for his mea culpa combined with a press conference. He's managing the story, without allowing for questions.
He wants his return to be all about baseball, not about his suspension or the PED use which led there.
I'm not sure he's in charge of that particular agenda.
TBG finally received his Medicare card. His gap coverage is in place, but his prescription drug coverage won't be official until March. It seems that one must have the actual card in hand before the application can be processed.
It's a damn good thing he didn't need any medications this month. Slow acting bureaucracies make for good posts, but they also interfere with real life.
Kevin Spacey has been showing up in credit card ads this month, in advance of the return of House of Cards next week.
Am I the only one who sees a connection between the two events?
Am I watching waaaaay too much tv?
Did you ever look up at the tv (I guess the answer to that last question is YES) and see a friend's face only to have that face transform into a famous person? I just saw Mr. Dreamy Cakes in the person of John Calipari..... for a moment, I was stunned.
We see it as we come around the corner form the bedroom, as we come in from the garage, as we cook in the kitchen. The joys of an open floor plan home are magnified when there's something wonderful to see; the house seems to have revolved to put this piece at its center.