causes me to worry about how Summer will be. Yes, I don't trust Mother Nature to be good, but that's a lesson by way of Father Time. Got a neighbor child cutting grass and trimming for me this year (with assistance from his stepdad). Darn lawn mower is as big as the kid, but he's a brave one and keeps at it.
I really like NOT doing the yard work. For several years I said I knew the work was good for me and that I took great pleasure in seeing the yard mowed. That was whistling a happy tune even though I wasn't particularly happy; I was glad when the darn stuff was done but doing it wasn't really enjoyable.
Just read two Aunt Dimity books; they're fun and require small effort. Now I'm reading Mississippi Sissy, which is pretty much what the title indicates. It reminds me, in a way, of Fatal Flowers, which tells another story of growing up in the South in troubling, damaging circumstances. My personal story is not like these, but so much of what these authors relate is familiar. They were taught, either by word or deed, that they were inadequate; yet their teachers expected them to meet great expectations of family and community. I think few of us become what folks think we should, yet we don't become what people fear we will.
Well, enough of all that philosophy. Tried to watch the film Happiness, another presentation of troubled people with dark secrets, but couldn't stay with it. Shipped it back to Netflix with a poor rating. I can enjoy dark comedy, but this one was depressing and not entertaining. Who needs that.
Next book must be Name of the Rose by Eco, my bookclub selection. Report to follow.
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