Happy Valentine's Day, Mom and Dad...

It has not been a year since my mom and dad died...and one of my new coping habits is to write letters to them...nothing organized...just every once in a while when I want to tell them something.  I also make a mental note of what holidays they both have missed.   They missed the Fourth Of July, and they missed Halloween...my mom loved and hated Halloween because in the town where my parents lived and where I grew up...Halloween was celebrated on the Saturday before the real Halloween...my mom would sit outside on the front porch and arm herself with bags of candy...and chat with the neighbors and munch on chocolates...they missed Thanksgiving and they missed Christmas and New Year's Day...and Eve...and now they are missing Valentine's Day...I hope they have chocolate covered almonds in heaven for my mom and  for my dad.

I just finished Strange Angels by Lili St. Crow

I literally raced through this book...I loved every spine chilling tremor causing word but I could not put it down.  I began reading on Super Bowl Sunday just after I finished reading the New York Times...I finally put it down just when New Orleans officially won.  It was so delicious.   I have just begun reading her next book...Betrayals...I have this innate compulsion to read every book in a series before being able to go on to a new book.   I think it is quite possible to read faster on a Kindle...there is no time wasted turning pages or going back to reread...you just press next page and off you go...I will let everyone know how Betrayals was in a day or so...and...to be truthful...I have successfully avoided all things ZOMBIE...in my life...and now...I kind of have an interest in them along with Werwufen and all kinds of other creepy creatures of the night...read these books...they are good...really good...

Friday...lovely Friday...

Lucy and I are still lounging in bed...there is so much to decide today...I have not read in a week...this miserable  East Coast flu...that I got in Colorado...has just floored me...I have not been this sick and out of sorts since  forever...there is a fierce snowstorm on the way today...and I should get up and get actual real food...not just jello and chickeny soups...but real food and vegetables and cheeses...but I am incapable of movement...I love that...incapable of movement...I am finessing the art of being sick...I just want tea and toast...and to lay my head back on our lovely smooth sheets in our new white shabby chic bed...it is the perfect bed to be ill in...it sort of just begs you to rest here just a while longer...I hate not being able to read.  I just kindled two new books...the one by Amy Greene...Bloodroot...and Tithe by Holly Black...I am far too addicted to Kindling...thanks to Jeff Bezos...I must own a million books...and I can read at least two or three a week...but Kindling is just too wondrous for words...I think it might be the idea of carrying around an entire library with you...I love that so much...too much...I think I will begin my reading again with Strange Angels by Lili St. Crow...I cannot get away from this YA trek that I am on...Happy Friday!!!

Finally...I am back...

I have missed my own blog...first...we were in Colorado for a huge amazing Bat Mitzvah for my niece Sammi.   It was beautiful.   Then...sickness struck!!!   It sort of sneaked up on me and all of a sudden all I could do was cough cough cough!!!  Raspy whining voice...head aching...not a thought about food...barely sipping chickeny soup...Nurse Lucy leaping from our bed when cough cough coughing set in...ick ick ick...I could not read on the plane, I have been away from my beloved laptop...and then for three days I couldn't even write in my blog...what a mess...Dennis ( husband ) professing he was immune to it...and now he has it too...yuck...yuck...yuck...I have not even looked at a book since the last Monday we were in Colorado!!!   All I could do was clutch my Kindle with a devout heartfelt yearning...hee hee hee...I couldn't even remember which book I started a week ago...feverishness must have affected my memory...but I am back...sort of...still coughing but with charged Kindle in hand...I read Barbara Delinsky's " Not My Daughter" while we were away and it was delicious yet irritating...read it and you will see why...