Noise free zone?

That's a laugh. This is on a sign in library but there are crowds with loud voices and hammering and drilling going on. Also crime tape, and plastic covering up the "new" book display. Put in some ear plugs but I find them of limited value.

Finished a book on my Nook - borrowed through the Overdrive system. Defending Jacob is by William Landay. There is a crime, which may or may not have been committed by the narator's teenage son. The father goes a bit overboard protecting and defending his son. Somewhat of a shocking ending. There is a trial and possibly a "murder gene".

Read another book by Adrana Trigiani, The Supreme Macaroni Company. It was a large type fiction borrowed from The Bridgeton Public Library. Wanted to get a feel for Tuscany, which figures not so prominently in this book. Valentine comes from a large Italian family and she is a shoemaker, with a business in Manhattan. She meets an older man from Tuscany and marries him when she is 39. Of course, her family is ecstatic. The book follows her business and romantic adventures.

I'm fascinated by names

Must enter this thought so I can tear up a piece of paper and get it out of my life. Getting lighter, one item at a time.

Has anyone else noticed the penchant for making up names in our African American community? So, a guy named Jermarl died (I think perhaps he was shot). He had four children, named Jermarl, Jr., Jermiara, Jershuna and Jernasia. Can't you just imagine the mother yelling at them? He had ten brothers, of which the names Keontray and Tyehiem jumbed out at me, three sisters, including a Tonoa and a fiance named Tira.

This morning I went out with two goals to accomplish before I got in my car. Sprinkle salt on my outrageously icy front steps so that I don't accidentally kill myself and so that the mail woman doesn't do the same and fill up the bird feeder so that the murder of crows can devour it. That is what a group of crows is called, a MURDER. They are going through one feeder full every day because it is SO cold and snowy. I really want to help out the pretty, normal birds, but the blackbirds and the squirrels are dominating the back yard. My hands almost froze up as I didn't want to get my gloves all soiled with bird poop and salt. When I got into the car, it said it was two degrees below zero. That must be some kind of a record. Still and all, I made it to the exercise class almost on time (8 AM).

The weather is somewhat traumatizing

It was a gloomy day. I HATE being home when it is cold and not sunny. Here I am, out and volunteering. If I had not made a commitment, the tendency would be to stay home. It snowed today and it was cold and windy. The sun did try to come out once or twice. I DID see a couple of people sliding and swerving on the roads, reinforcing my thought that I should be at home. But I am getting bored out of my gourd at home and it is not so warm there. The other night I went out I was GLAD as it was to a cozy house of people talking about a book, as opposed to me all alone reading and watching TV. So, tonight will be good, as I get to hear the Bay Atlantic symphony along with volunteering. Also I stopped by the local art gallery to volunteer for January, too. The only thing I haven't gotten around to doing is volunteering to supervise the homeless.

I did my good deed for the day, driving an older person around, to breakfast and back. Also spent over $20 on birdseed. There is quite a gourmet guzzling going on at my house.

I should go AWAY next week but managing to get every day scheduled up with one thing or another. Am absolutely hating this weather. I think I have said that ad nauseum.

Thank God for the sunlight

Not much else good to say about today. Still frigid (was 18 degrees around lunchtime). Ice and snow galore.

Sittin' in a warm library with a view out the windows. Listening to Neil Young on Youtube. Harvest, the entire album.

I work in an academic library and it is hard to find a FUN book in there. Just finished Books and travel : inspiration, quests and transformation, by Jennifer Laing and Warwick Frost. It was somewhat stiltily written. I could have written it. I did get a few good quotes and reading suggestions, but, frankly, I am glad it is over. The influence of books on travels and travels on writers is explored. A great deal of it is just an explanation of the various books discussed.

All alone in a snowstorm with no Internet!

Need to get home to weather the storm. The suet is put out for the birds (read squirrels), the recycling bin is taken upstairs, the laundry for the day is done, the snow boots are bought. OK, I DIDN'T get to the Shoprite to buy bread and milk but I can't stand crowds.

Systems falling apart

Don't think I mentioned a good book I just finished. My systems are falling apart as I put it in my "library" bag, not my "Internet" pile. Deceived : a Hannah Smith novel, is by Randy Wayne White. I guess he is tired of his Doc Ford series, so he has created a tangential series featuring a woman detective who DATES Marion Ford. He was absent for most of the book, giving her ample time to interact with several new characters, including her mother perhaps suffering from Dementia, a new imprudent girlfriend, and a forward District Attorney. Other themes were the destruction of the FLorida coast by developers and tourists, elder scams, and the past raising its ugly head.

It is still snowy and cold, cold, cold. But, we are realizing that we can't cancel EVERYTHING until the snow melts. So, life must go on. Happy that I am able to ignore the weather by going to exercise class and the library. At home, I just am conscious of how drafty my house is. It is like living on a SAILBOAT. When the wind blows or when the temperature goes below freezing, my house can't cope. Plus, I am spending a FORTUNE on oil to be not-so-comfy. Book club tonight to discuss Barefoot in Baghdad. Guess I will have to go, although I would much rather stay home on an icy night. It is supposed to go down to 2 degrees tonight. That is just UNHEARD OF in Southern New Jersey. Why do I live in Bridgeton?? Why do I live in New Jersey??? I HATE winter.

Oh no, here comes the "Facebook lady"...the one that types constantly on Facebook for hours.

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