Why would you apologize for what you read for pleasure? Every book read for pleasure should be celebrated. And novels that celebrate love, commitment, relationships, making relationships work -- why isn't that something to be respected? - Nora Roberts
I Tweet not, neither do I Like. OK, so now I Tweet. So sue me.
Here we may criticize the book, but never the one who reads it.
Proud supporter of the Oxford comma, and any other comma I can wedge into a sentence.
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Monday, November 23, 2015
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Friday, October 23, 2015
The Devil's Gentleman: Privilege, Poison, and the Trial That Ushered in the Twentieth Century, by Harold Schechter (non-fiction, true crime)
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Monday, October 19, 2015
ETA: The link. The link. The link. ::headdesk::
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Friday, August 28, 2015
We are moving mid-Sept to a little bitty condo that's closer to what there is of my family. So there's that. (Lord, I hate moving.)
Mr. Bat is doing very poorly. We've consulted hospice because the doctors say it's time to do that, but there are one or two fairly mild treatment options left, and he wants to explore those options. Can't do that plus hospice, so no hospice for now.
Also, when we move, we'll be in a different county, so we'd have to start over with a new hospice team anyway, so.
I'm pretty tired, and I cry a lot. He's so weak and pale. He did laugh today, though, at the cat's antics, and it was lovely to see it. He requires a great deal of care, can't walk more than 1-2 steps, can't get out of a chair or bed on his own. He's not in any pain, and I'm so grateful for that.
We have some hope for the remaining treatments, and I tell you that hope can be a terrible thing. The up and down, up and down, of hope and then despair, then hope, then despair, sometimes cycling in less than an hour, makes it hard. We're hoping for symptom relief. If he could get strong enough to sit up for an hour or so, I could get him to the car and we could go look at the harvest. They say the leaves are starting to turn already. I'd like him to have another ice cream cone.
Everyone says I'm being so strong and good. I don't feel strong at all. What I feel is love for Mr. Bat, my companion of over 40 years, and I feel compassion for this sweet and gentle old man who is quietly and slowly shutting down and saying goodbye to life.
I don't know how to face his death. For so many years, everything I've had to face in life, I've faced with him, and I don't know how to do it without him. I know that in time, all our good memories will be a comfort, but right now good memories just hurt.
I don't know where I'd be without the support and comfort of my on-line friends, here and at Twitter. God bless you all for your continued kindness. I'll be back, but not sure when. Hugs to everyone who would like one.