Tuesday's musings

 Snow showers are coming down as I write this. It is getting heavy. Hopefully, our old maple can make it. I do wonder how many squirrels it actually holds. They were romping on the roof yesterday when it was still warm. 

The trash is ready to take on the street. Now if the trash truck can make its way on our street. The snow plow has not been through just yet.

I had a fit-full night of dreams. Oddly, I never really woke up. It was an interesting sort of dreams, remembering people I hadn't seen in a while. Such quaint conversations.

"Don't you remember? I was supposed to meet my boyfriend in Kunming and we were going to watch TV in the park," I said and he replied. "You know, you never did that."

"But I wanted to." Naturally, the whole scene was in a quaint bar. He even got up with an acapella group he'd put together, evidently, but he never sang. Just listened as if he might critique each voice. It seemed everything was OK, and yet we both had to find something new that was about the past that we didn't clearly know. And when I awoke it felt the room was of a glow.

According to Amazon, it's a must-read classic from 2022! Although, it might be the most depressing book you will ever read. Yet, the voice of the book grabs you at the first sentence.  Kingsolver is a poet and she knows it. This is a big book and boy does it go places even in the Appelicans. If you need something to read during a snowstorm then it will take you away. Of course, afterward, you might be yearning for Emily Henry's Happy Place.