A good book to distract me from the weather
The low but regular rumble of thunder, as I completed reading my ebook, meant that the time had come to return inside. Life on (in?) a hammock on the cusp of summer. I could grow to appreciate this.
I still haven’t fallen in the pool, and the barbecue is not (yet) guilty of destroying a family meal, but we’re ready for the best months of the year. Outside, inside; doesn’t matter. We’re just like people who live in more temperate climes. We can decide to sleep on top of the bedspread, with a pseudo-breeze from the fan. Too short, but civilized.
The bookt was good, if a bit hard to decipher at times. Character strings that had stuck in clumps, missed by the proofreader. Dark Star, by Alan Furst. Turns out there is a whole series by the author, portraying life in war-torn Europe. Spies, sure. Cruel police. Secret service operatives (like spies, but on our side). A way to visualize the mixed metaphor of conflict, without the blood stains. Men who criss-cross borders on the night train, trusting their trafficked credentials to get them through the next checkpoint. A genre, in the real sense of the word.
The ebook reader is starting to feel like a really good investment.
There; lightning to go with the noise. We’re not likely to lose power, but this is not the time to go for a long walk in the evening air. Could be wet, and dangerous. I’ve unplugged my antennas, so I’ll not be sending any secret messages on the W/T tonight.
