Here I go, here I go, here I go again

Good morning. Happy Saturday. I passed out last night. It was a combination of allergy drugs, melatonin, and just being tired. But mostly it was the allergy meds. I’m still stuffy this morning. But it’s always bad in the mornings. I have to be better tonight, tonight is SNL.

Last week in the local newsletter, there was a position of store floor manager at the local furniture store. I applied, and sent the owner a quick email, just asking for an informal sit down just to talk about the position a little more and to learn about the company a little more. I had that sit down yesterday morning.

Also, mom had to go to the dentist. She left early in the morning. She knew I was going to talk to the furniture woman and said it was no problem to leave my grandmother at home. I got the email saying that she was leaving the dentist and was on her way home. It takes her a half hour to get home. I got up and dressed and told my grandmother that mom would be home in 20 minutes. And left. Just on foot, because it’s in TinyTown, and it’s literally 5 minutes down the road.

It was a great talk, and I think that the owner is going to have to think about who she provisionally hired, and all that. I think/hope I impressed. Anyways, fast forward to after lunch, and my mom said that when she got home, my grandmother was waiting outside for her, without her walker, both doors wide open. Just standing out there waiting. This is a woman that can’t stand for more than a couple of minutes. Who knows how long she was out there for. I feel guilty for leaving her. Mom says not to feel guilty at all. It wasn’t my fault or anyone’s fault. It’s the dementia.

On a happy note, it’s Saturday, so that means it’s almost time for the Lockup Library Book Club. In a few hours we’ll be talking about 1922 in Full Dark, No Stars. I got the chance to sit down and read, and just about finished this first short story. Woot!

It feels like my head is filled with mud. Coffee is helping. I think that was the most solid sleep I’ve had in a looong time. Which is really really nice. Wow, just scrolling up, man, I got wordy. That doesn’t happen very often. And heavy. I try and keep it light and happy here.

A licky boom boom down

Welcome to week one of Full Dark, No Stars for the Lockup Library Book Club. It’s been an insanely busy week here, between working on the farm, or watching the elections, I haven’t had too much of a chance to read. I got a good chunk of the story finished. Although I’m not quite there, I’m ready to talk a little about it.

It’s a classic story. Husband, wife, and kid. Wife inherits land. She wants to sell it and move to the city. Husband doesn’t want to leave his farm that’s been in his family for a couple generations. So he kills her with the help of his son.

That’s when things get a little strange.

Rats. Rats everywhere.

Then the bad things start to happen.

For me, Stephen King can be hit or miss. If I like the book I really like it. If I don’t, I’ll stop and close the book. I’ve only read a few of his short stories. This is a really good story. Full disclosure; Crystal and I watched the Netflix movie, so I didn’t go in too blind. But when King gets down to it, he’s amazing at describing settings, and slowly building up terror, or just general uneasiness in his stories. I can’t wait to see how it ends.

What are your thoughts on 1922? Are you enjoying it? Freaking you out? Indifferent? Gimme your thoughts!

Next up in the book: Big Driver. See you next weekend!