So...started reading the Sunday papers -- LA Times and the San Diego Union-Tribune -- this morning at breakfast on the patio at Marie's Restaurant. Finished them late this afternoon and then, after some time on this machine answering emails and reading favorite blog and website posts, sat down this eve to read some more of Brad Meltzer's thriller, "The Book of Fate".
Very strange book, that. Has to do with the Masons... Previously, when I thought of Masons, I always thought of those incredible craftsmen who built the wonderful cathedrals of Europe and Great Britan. Trust me...those men are not the ones Meltzer wrote about. This book is set in DC. Political all the way. These Masons are, for lack of a better description, completely off their rockers. But shrewd. Evil. Ugly. Powerful. I'm not liking these people at all. Murderers. Absolute nutters.
They're such bad guys, in fact, that I think I may have to go so far as to cleanse my mind by reading something like a Louie L'Amour western.
Which wouldn't have a prayer of getting my head clean of thoughts of what I've read online and in the newspapers where the Bush/Cheney cabal are running their monstrous ideas into reality.
For instance...I read that Bush is sending Cheney to the Mideast for conversations with the leaders of some of those countries. Given Cheney's thirst for power and blood and money, he might as well take his shotgun with him for all the good that trip will do this nation.
Back to writing. One of the groups in town put a notice online about their next meeting that just drove me up the wall. Special guest coming. OK. Some qualifications about that special guest. So be sure to come and enjoy, right? But they don't name the guest. Cutesy games like that just fry my rear end. Curiosity is supposed to lure me in? Not hardly. Sheesh!
And the worse thing? New neighbors going to move in next door. House has been vacant several months. Yard is badly overgrown. Like a jungle out there...both front and back. However, there in the front yard grew a magnificent coral tree. Could admire it across the back fence just by glancing out the window in my office here. Could track the seasons by watching its leaves and blooms. Looked out the window this morning and it was gone. Just kills my soul. I loved that tree. Ah, well. Such is life.