The buzzing noise woke me from a already restless sleep. In my dream, it was Christmas morning. We were opening presents and all of the boxes I'd wrapped so neatly had suddenly become empty. Or worse, they contained odd, inappropriate objects, like bottles of vodka for my four-year-old twin sons and a subscription to Guns & Ammo for my cousin Rose Noire, who couldn't even stand to see anyone use a flyswatter for its intended purpose.
"What interesting choices," Mother was murmuring, holding up the power drill that had been in her box.
For nonfiction I felt in need of something old school so here is the beginning of Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey ...
This is the most beautiful place on earth.
There are many such places. Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary. A houseboat in Kashmir, a view in the Allegheny Mountains, a cabin on the shore of a blue lake in spruce and fir country, a greasy alley near the Hoboken waterfront, or even, possibly, for those of a less demanding sensibility, the world seen from a comfortable apartment high in teh tender, velvety smog of Manhattan, Chicago, Paris, Tokyo, Rio or Rome – there's no limit to the human capacity for the homing sentiment.
For The Friday 56 hosted at Freda's Voice something from page 56 from Duck the Halls
I pulled out my cell phone, but I didn't want to move my left arm, and trying to hold the cell phone and dial it with my one good hand wasn't working out too well.
Um, I don't think I can go on too much more without spoiling something so I will leave that teaser hanging there (with the note that Donna Andrews books are comic mysteries so nothing too horrible is going to happen.)
And from page 56 of Desert Solitaire ...
Natural Bridges National Monument. Another small gem in the park system, a group of three adjacent natural bridges tucked away in the canyon country of southern Utah. Formerly you could drive your cad (over dirt roads, of course) to within sight of and easy walking distance - a hundred yards? - of the most spectacular of the three bridges. From there it was only a few hours walking time to the other two. All three could easily be seen in a single day. But this was not good enough for the developers. They have now constructed a paved road into the heart of the area, between the two biggest bridges.
|Owachomo Bridge Natural Bridges National Monument|