I listened to rain on the iron roof last night , a calming, peaceful sound, gentle, but steady and continuous. It's still raining now, enough to prevent me walking this morning. Rob left early with Gord, about 6.15, and Lib left at 6.30 so I'm in solitude. After reading emails and checking a few blogs for my daily catch up with distant 'friends', I want to post a quote from a book I have just started reading. I don't have time for a proper post, as I thought I was taking Rob to Emerald for the 9am bus and made arrangements to pick some copper coloured flax for a customer who calls for his order at the farm about 10.30.
I finished reading 'The Da Vinci Code' yesterday. I have to admit I enjoyed it. It was easy to read and skipped along from one suspense to another which kept my interest, but at times I tired of all the cryptic code intrigue. And perhaps too many obscure symbols for this picker's simple life.
Our friend Raylene, who is now Lib's boss as Director of Nursing, is an avid reader. She lent us some books when we went to dinner recently. It was one of these I picked up, 'Running With Scissors' by Augusten Burroughs, to read as my next book. I laughed loudly when I read this morning the following line -
" As far as I was concerned, my mother was a bitch, period. She was a rare phsycotic-confessional- poet strain of salmonella."
I'm only at page 39 and 3 chapters in but this book seems the perfect follow up to break the spell of 'The Da Vinci Code'.
