Tuesday, March 04, 2014
As a member of BookBrowse I am often able to read and review advance reading copies. I just finished In Praise of Hatred by Khaled Khalifa - St Martin's Press.
My review for your general interest -
The best way for me to be informed is to read fiction based on real lives, real events. This is what I gained from IN PRAISE OF HATRED. I felt no connection to the characters portrayed but the novel clarified the violence in the Middle East, let me see the hatred of the dictatorship’s campaign against the Muslim Brotherhood , witness the changing life of a young secluded Muslim girl as she is tossed into the social and political chaos of the world outside the protection of the family walls. It is a powerful awakening.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Came across this today and thought perhaps I wasn't the only person who would like to see it.
Today I Will Trust
"Today, I will stop straining to know what I don't know.
To see what I can't see.
To understand what I don't yet understand.
I will trust that being is sufficient,
And I will let go of my need to figure things out."
You are reading from the book:
The Language of Letting Go by Melody Beattie
Be well - be happy - Meri
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Funny how the joys of the young are sometimes repeated in the attitudes of the elderly, and I guess that’s me now. Watching the snow blow across my window today I remembered very clearly the snowy day my brother and I stood outside of our garage at home. We each held the ropes of our sleds and with open mouths attempted to catch the heavy flakes. I wasn’t outside today and wasn’t laughing happily but I was enjoying the falling and drifting snow.
When I was older and boarding my horses at a friend’s barn, it was, after the first twenty minutes perhaps, a very different story. As the storm began to blow harder, the hoses had to be broght in from the pasture. Before we brought them in it was a rush to clean the twelve or fourteen stalls – I can’t remember how many – a lot it seemed – and make them fresh with clean bedding. Before the stall cleaning, the ice often had to be chipped out of the water buckets and they refilled. Then when the water pipes to the barn were frozen it meant going across the yard to the outside water faucet and carrying those five gallon pails back down to the horses.
When the horses were in and happily munching their grain and hay, my friend and I went up to her house. The wood stove in the kitchen was shedding very welcome warmth and her mother was sitting in the window watching the snow come down, heavier and heavier. We got used to it as the winter came on, but to see her delighted smiles and hear her exclamations of “Isn’t it beautiful!” made us grind our teeth because at that time we weren’t seeing the beauty only the extra work that fell to us with the snow.
My friend’s mom is gone now and as I sat in my window delighting in the first snow storm of the season, I remembered and I finally understood.
Friday, November 08, 2013
Hi Spark friends !! Yes, finally my computer, my desktop, (old but I love it,) and I (not old but maybe a little) seem to be back in better health. Missed you all at Spark and many thanks to you who didn’t give up on me!
In the intervening months I’ve been learning a bunch of new stuff, for example use of a walker, how to cook and appreciate low/no salt cooking and thanks to Mrs. Dash, not as hard as I feared. Have to admit though, I really long sometimes for a loaded pepperoni pizza! I have learned to monitor weight to control fluids and to keep the blood pressure at a reasonable level, to keep the INR reading (for the warfarin) constant, to keep the pill box filled and then to take the things. I have avoided the pill-thing for years and it is a chore to remember them and take them at a scheduled time. Scheduled? When I retired I got rid of time tables and put my watch away. It was sure nice while it lasted!
But I discovered it was much like getting off one train and getting on another. After I cancelled my pity-party, I began to see that the past was the past and this was the beginning of a new kind of life. It started as I began to meet new people – the great medics on the ambulance run, the insightful doctor in the first visit to the ER, the nurses in Telepathy – one who remembered me from my last visit – another, the charge nurse who took special time away from her lunch to get my discharge papers in order so I could get home before dark.
I was required to have the visiting nurses to keep a close watch on my rehab and I was sorry when their visits stopped. They were a source of security I needed when first diagnosed with congestive heart failure. I was visited by a kind social worker who made sure I had the help I needed and the physical therapist had me out walking around block with only a hint of breathlessness today.
But best of all was the aide who came to take care of just about everything. Things all seemed to fit – we liked the same foods, entertainments, thoughts on religion, spirituality, family. Even her daughters were a delight. Gracie at college drove me when she was home - she was a camera fiend and did photos of her younger sister and her horse when they were in a show. How fortunate could I be! It was almost like having another family. Deb and her husband Chris are wonderful parents and their children reflect that care and love.
I have had the excuse to play on my computer, watch and learn a lot from the food channel and from the Animal Channel and read. Lately it has been reading more cookbooks than novels but definitely enjoying myself. I think I must have stock in Kindel by now and love reading on my old iPod Touch! It travels with me whenever I go out and I don’t even notice the time spent in waiting rooms!
Just wanted you to know what has been happening in the last six months –that with the help of my patient and loving therapist I have been making a good early adjustment to this new life. I must admit to one loss that is still in the adjustment stage. I don’t drive anymore. After too many close calls and a spell of confusion on the road I hung up my own keys and my pretty Scion sits in the parking lot until the lease runs out.
Know that I am doing well and apologize for my long silence. Hope all is well with you and yours and that winter will be kind to all of us
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