What happens when ordinary people start going blind? The government panics; throws them into an abandoned insane asylum to fend for themselves. Leaves soldiers to keep them in, but not to protect. What happens to the people? How do they cope? Survive? What if there is one sighted person in there with them?
I enjoyed this story. It was written by Jose Saramago whom I have never heard of. And is also the winner of the Nobel Prize for literature. Not my usual cup of tea, but sometimes it’s good to read outside the box. I must now go look up Jose because he’s has some other stuff that I might have to take a look at.
I am usually not drawn to biography’s (can you tell). But I love me some Carly. I grew up listening to Carol, one of my mom’s favorites. And who doesn’t like Joni?
This book follows these 3 ladies through the tumulus 60’s and beyond. It is an incredibly fascinating look at the music industry, what it was like growing up a woman during these times, and the luck, skill, and coincidence that needs to come together to make something great.
If you have any interest in music, the 60’s, 70’s, or the women themselves you will be happy you picked it up. I know I am.
A: One! ONLY ONE!!!!
And do you know WHY? Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb! They don't even know that the bulb is BURNED OUT!! They would sit in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it out. And, once they figured it out, they wouldn't be able to find the light bulbs despite the fact that they've been in the SAME CUPBOARD for the past 17 YEARS! But if they did, by some miracle of God, actually find them 2 DAYS LATER, the chair they dragged to stand on to change the STUPID lightbulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!!!!! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE WRAPPER THE STUPID LIGHT BULBS CAME IN!!! BECAUSE NO ONE EVER CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE!!!! IT'S A WONDER WE HAVEN'T ALL SUFFOCATED FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE A FOOT DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE HOUSE!! IT WOULD TAKE AN! ARMY TO CLEAN THIS HOUSE!
I'm sorry.... What did you ask me?
Damn where did the time go? Just last night you were 
Now?
You are a boy wearing big boy underpants.
You ask me to read poems to you at bedtime.
You are sleeping in your room the whole night more. (Until I typed this…)
You still can’t seem to fall asleep without me in the room, (but you let your daddy sit with you once or twice).
You will sometimes pick out your own clothes.
Sometimes you don’t argue about brushing your teeth.
You love to laugh about poop and farts (you are your father’s child)
You love playing Starwars Lego’s more than anything else.
You like to play Hullabalo
You love your Hot Wheels
You have a temper. I am hoping it’s the age and not your disposition.
You like to hold onto the front of a shopping cart and ride like that when I shop.
You like sprinkle donuts
When you first wake up you like to sit on my lap, drink chocolate milk and watch cartoons
We were watching the Jungle Book and you taught you daddy a new dance/game "first wiggle your ears up high (waving hands above your head), now low daddy, now in the middle, now you have to giggle"
You are GREAT when you are with your dad, you are GREAT when you are with me, when you are with both of us? I think we all need to improve together
You told me that our next house should be a brick house
You draw me pictures when you are at school
We read your first chapter book “Captain Underpants”
You love climbing on daddy’s back and jumping to the floor
You told me that red roses turn into strawberries
When you get big you want to drive in the front of the train (passenger not freight)
You tried Frosted Flakes and you really liked them (damn it)
You are very very ticklish
You told your daddy that you were going to build a spaceship in the backyard so the three of us could fly to the moon. AND…we each get our own bathroom
The other night you handed me a sword and said “here is your sword My Darling”.
And reason # 1 why I love you?
The other day we were driving home and I suddenly heard humming coming from the back seat.
It sounded like this...
