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I talked to Mom for the first time today, which was heartening. She is still in the ICU, until they can take the tubes out of her chest.
(I think) I hate the book we're reading in book club. (I think) I detest it. (I've barely started it.) I think the only way I'll be able to stand it is to blog it, so that you all can marvel along with me. On the inside cover, the author says that he wanted to write a Christmas story of redemption, like A Christmas Story.
The dialogue is packed with backstory until it pains me. "Mom, are you meeting with Dad and the divorce lawyers today even though you have chemo?" "Yes, son," his mother said, trying not to let on that she would die sooner than her son realizes. "Are you finalizing wedding plans with your fiance?" she said, hoping her face didn't betray that her dearest wish was to see her son married. "Yes, mother," he said, wondering how he would juggle final exams and wedding planning, hoping his mother didn't realize how worried he was about her.
Evil dad who schedules divorce meetings while his wife has chemo is the subject of the redemptive journey. We are still revealing what exactly makes him such an evil cad through detached chapters about people whose lives he's ruined. That fucker. "Henry, even though you're only seven, I hope you have the best Christmas ever," said his single mother, hoping Henry wouldn't realize the stress she has been under as a single parent working three jobs. Henry said, "Mama, all I want for Christmas is for you to be happy and for us to be back in our home." Henry's generic mama thought of the evil, wicked man who had sold them a house they couldn't afford. She put all their money into the down payment and they were evicted for nebulous reasons within five months and it's clear that their misery is a result of this one man's greed.
That's all I've read so far. But I'll keep you posted!
I'm playing mega-soccer. Guess how many games I'm playing in one week, if you count from Thursday to Wednesday: six. WHOA! SIX! I'm playing on an intramural team at Heebie U which has games last Thursday, and this Tuesday and Wednesday, as well as the regular three leagues. At some point something is going to have to give, but we don't know what.
(I think) I hate the book we're reading in book club. (I think) I detest it. (I've barely started it.) I think the only way I'll be able to stand it is to blog it, so that you all can marvel along with me. On the inside cover, the author says that he wanted to write a Christmas story of redemption, like A Christmas Story.
The dialogue is packed with backstory until it pains me. "Mom, are you meeting with Dad and the divorce lawyers today even though you have chemo?" "Yes, son," his mother said, trying not to let on that she would die sooner than her son realizes. "Are you finalizing wedding plans with your fiance?" she said, hoping her face didn't betray that her dearest wish was to see her son married. "Yes, mother," he said, wondering how he would juggle final exams and wedding planning, hoping his mother didn't realize how worried he was about her.
Evil dad who schedules divorce meetings while his wife has chemo is the subject of the redemptive journey. We are still revealing what exactly makes him such an evil cad through detached chapters about people whose lives he's ruined. That fucker. "Henry, even though you're only seven, I hope you have the best Christmas ever," said his single mother, hoping Henry wouldn't realize the stress she has been under as a single parent working three jobs. Henry said, "Mama, all I want for Christmas is for you to be happy and for us to be back in our home." Henry's generic mama thought of the evil, wicked man who had sold them a house they couldn't afford. She put all their money into the down payment and they were evicted for nebulous reasons within five months and it's clear that their misery is a result of this one man's greed.
That's all I've read so far. But I'll keep you posted!
I'm playing mega-soccer. Guess how many games I'm playing in one week, if you count from Thursday to Wednesday: six. WHOA! SIX! I'm playing on an intramural team at Heebie U which has games last Thursday, and this Tuesday and Wednesday, as well as the regular three leagues. At some point something is going to have to give, but we don't know what.