Milo likes to hide in the protective covers on the sofa. Don’t believe those cute puppy dog eyes. He got into the trash — again.
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It’s happened to me often. That new skein of beautiful yarn, the bright shiny pattern pulling my itchy fingers to get busy.
I reach inside looking for the lone strand to start the cake. But yarn vomit erupts. It’ll be hours before this would look like something more than a bald gnome bawling balled up, and organized soft sock or toy.
The Descendant by Linda Stasi
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Dina Pearlman narrates this family drama. Was it Linda Stasi’s writing or the narration that started me thinking of cowboy hats and tumbling tumble weeds? Yet there was Italian dialogue from the main charaters in Sicily. I should have recognized some of it my childrens great grandparents were from Sicily. Their grandparents used to speak to me phrases. My mother-in-law played: how is this in Spanish? It was often quite close. Yet how much did I remember of my high school Spanish? My Duolingo lessons are to read not listen or speak. So I was glad that the Italian phrases were followed by the English translation. I think my in-laws were first generation born in America. So as the story went on, and I realized it was biographical, I could trace what I learned through osmosis my children’s heritage. That’s when the book became personal. I remember reasons my father-in-law moved from the east coast to the west, to get away from the mafia.
This Audible version made this nonfiction more accessable. I do plan to get the Kindle version so I couldlisten while reading. I need to see the Italian to get it better. And it won’t feel like a spaghetti western. It will feel like family.
By the way, by the end of the book I was ready to read it again. Now that I understand more about the characters and how they relate to the story in history I want to sink into the whole world created from reality to a literature that feels like fiction.
Just too tired today
The cats are in charge!
Just before I got sick I ordered what I hope will be a bigger more stable tree. But I need to rearrange furniture. Yeah, energy I don’t have.
Remember my play to increase activity and self education? Do one more thing in a room, dig deeper in possible hobby. Like, remember my poor Lucky Bamboo?
My son’s significant other, Rizza, gave me the plant when we first met, probably a decade ago. But it was more or less ignored. But I started Googling Lucky Bamboo care.
I setup a care system. Then BAM! UTI.
Today after a couple of weeks sleeping, I was able to take care of the first Baby Bamboo.
Sadly, I’ve still not gotten on the bike or played piano, or diamond painting. I did manage about 4 rows of a pair of socks. That’s something, huh?
Energy is returning slowly, but I wish for more, one smidgen more.
Lately my daily travels have been from bed to recliner to bathroom. Rinse and repeat.
My energy is so low. I miss me. Ugh!
The Way Home by Amanda Prowse
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
What a beautiful story! It isn’t often that stories are about elderly females. This character is so well developed. We see Lily-Bob’s past warts and all.
Amanda Prowse writes and narrates this charmer. Both excellently.
I don’t remember who recommended this. Thank you, whoever you are.
This was the Audible version. I hope you all get to give this a listen.
Darswords 
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