Day 277: Please Stay Home

One of the bizarre things about this year is how many good things have become bad things. Take an invitation to a party, for example. It ought to be a good thing, but in the middle of a pandemic, it’s not.

I got an invitation over the weekend from my SIL. She is planning a Christmas Eve get-together that IMHO will be unsafe and could lead to the deaths of people I care about. The invitation made me angry.

Anger is harmful. I know that, and I know that ranting won’t help. So, all I’m going to say here is that I hope everyone will stay home for Christmas and also encourage their loved ones to do the same. The vaccine is already here for some people and coming soon for the rest of us. Let’s all just wait a little longer for parties, please.

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Day 276: Rewarded

I’m glad I decided to go ahead with the order from my local bookstore. The books arrived before expected, not after. See, sometimes good things do happen, even these days.

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Day 275: The Good News and the Bad News

The good news is that we decorated our Christmas tree today. The children are happy, and the great room looks so very cheerful now, which is good, because I needed something to cheer me up from the bad news.

The bad news is that I called my mom today and cancelled our Christmas get-together. I cancelled because I could not in good conscience travel from the state with the highest per capita rate of Covid infections to the state with the lowest. She wasn’t happy, but she also wasn’t surprised. She had seen the numbers and was similarly concerned. I’m glad she understood and agreed that it wasn’t worth the risk. But I am angry about the situation, and I am mad at the people who made it this way. I probably always will be.

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Day 274: Unusual Apocalypse

The Trees by Ali Shaw; Grade: B+

I recently finished reading The Trees by Ali Shaw. It is an extraordinary book, as I had expected it would be, having already read the author’s previous novels (The Girl With Glass Feet and The Man Who Rained). He has a real gift for imagining bizarre situations and making them believable.

In The Trees, the bizarre situation is a tree apocalypse! Huge trees just suddenly burst out of the ground all over England (and presumably the entire world), destroying buildings, streets, the electrical grid and other utilities, and just about everything else modern people take for granted and need for survival. Strange animals lurk among the trees, including the mysterious Whisperers, creepy little creatures made of plant parts.

The first character we are introduced to is Adrian, a sad and fearful man, who survived the onslaught of the trees, but who probably would have died soon afterward if he hadn’t crossed paths with Hannah, who knew how to survive in the wild, and her son, Seb. Bonded by a mix of necessity and pity, they travel together across an eerie, threatening new landscape in search of distant loved ones, meeting with other survivors, as well as new perils, along the way.

As much as I admire Shaw’s easy writing style and bountiful imagination, I could not give the book an A grade, because the story includes animal abuse and mutilation. It was in some ways necessary to the story, so I don’t hold it against him too much, but I throw it out there as a warning to other readers, many of whom would find it even more disturbing than I did. In all other respects, I am glad to have read the book. I think the story is one that will stay with me. Shaw’s three novels have all been good, but I suspect that his best book is still in him, and I look forward to reading it, whatever it may turn out to be.

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Day 273: Vacation Time & Gratitude

Today is Friday, the end of another work week. Luckily for me, I am at the beginning stages of a project. That means I can work on anything I like, and I have zero deadline stress. Plus, I have enough vacation time left to take both holiday weeks off, so next week will be my last workweek for the year. Hooray!

Today I’d also like to give a little shout-out to my employers, anonymously but heartfelt. They gave us extra bonuses this year, a gift card so we could buy ourselves a nice dinner in lieu of the annual holiday luncheon, extra sick time (if needed) for Covid, and far more guidance for dealing with the pandemic than we got from any level of government. They did everything possible to allow employees to telecommute 100%, even going as far as to buy printers for people who didn’t already have them at home. This year was my 25th work anniversary, and they not only remembered but also sent a gift. The real reward for my 25 years, though, is to be working for them now, and to have that dependability in my life when so many other things are falling apart. Hooray for all of this, too!

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Day 272: Album

I started working on my annual photo album tonight. If I had serious intentions of finishing it on time, I should have started it a while ago. So, I’m not going to stress over it, and I will not allow it to distract me from finishing more important shopping and shipping tasks. I’ll just continue working on it at an easy pace. If it gets done on time, yay. If not, no biggie.

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Quick Reviews from 2020

Here are some quick reviews of books I read in 2020. It was supposed to be the post from Day 139, but I didn’t finish it in time.

  • Into the Darkness by Barbara Michaels, B+: The granddaughter of a famous jeweler inherits half of his flagship store. The other half goes to his protege, about whom very little is known. With several men vying for her attentions and a secret enemy sending threats to her and her family, she’s unsure of whom to turn to for help. This one started out good and then fizzled. Disappointing.
  • Gregor the Overlander by Suzanne Collins, A-: This was a quick, easy, fun read about a boy who falls into a world below New York City that is populated by not only people but also large, sentient variants of city vermin. Surprisingly recommended.
  • Prince of Darkness by Barbara Michaels, F: This story is a little different for Michaels in that the main viewpoint character is a man rather than a woman. The man insinuates himself into the household of a wealthy woman and her niece and tries, for reasons we can only guess at initially, to trick them into believing they’re being haunted. But he’s not the only one playing tricks. This actually isn’t Michaels’s worst novel in terms of story or writing. The failing grade comes primarily from the offensive language used to describe people of color. Though the sole black character is one of the good guys (arguably the only genuinely good guy), and though Michaels’s intention might have been to highlight the racism of the bad guys and contrast it with the moral clarity of the black character, the language was upsetting and IMHO unnecessary. There are also several instances of a man striking the woman with whom he had a romantic relationship, and that was also unnecessary. Keeping in mind that Michaels wrote the book in the late ’60s, and societal attitudes have changed, I’ll grant her forgiveness, but the book is not a keeper.
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Day 271: Choice Made Easy

I ordered our Christmas cards last night. Choosing a picture for the card was a simple matter this year. We hardly went anywhere or did anything over the course of the year, so I didn’t take as many pictures as I usually do. With such few options, I was able to settle on a picture easily.

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Day 270: Walking on Ice

Who wants to walk in 20-degree weather? I do, apparently, or at least I didn’t let the cold stop me from walking yesterday or today. Parts of the driveway still have a coating of ice and snow, so I have had to be very careful. I wouldn’t want to fall.

The thought of falling while walking always brings to mind my coworker, Susan, who fell and broke her hip when she was just a few years older than I am now. It wasn’t what killed her (she died years later), but I believe it was the beginning of the end for her. It made her prematurely old, frailer than she ought to have been for her age.

I do not need an extra problem like that in my life. Things are already too grim. I’ve been getting by pretty well to all outward appearances, but only because I’ve been carefully limiting my exposure to unhappy things, picking my way across the ice in the metaphorical sense, too. Now is a time to be cautious of everything.

P.S. I ordered an axolotl sticker for Marshall last week, and it arrived today in the mail. He decided to name the axolotl, and of all the names in the world, he chose Susan. What are the odds?

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Day 269: Ideas Needed

I need to come up with some new ideas for the Advent calendar ASAP. I have very few ideas left and a lot of days to cover. When we get to the end of December and look back, this month will have seemed to fly by in a blur. But right now, Advent seems like it will never end.

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