112????

    

  What in the world, is going on?
        The autopsy came in for My Prince, no surprise it was drugs, BUT he weighed 112 lbs!!
        For the love of baby Jesus, who weighs that little? I knew he was a tiny thing, but 112lbs!!

        No one ever made him some pancakes?
        I am just so sad, about his lonely, petite demise.
        Friends, did the poor thing have any friends? No relatives except his crackhead sister?

        To die, overdosed in an elevator, and hungry. Damn him, now I will have all of these bad images in my head. Honestly my grief sits heavy on my heart, and now to know he was 112lbs, my little red corvette has a whole new meaning! This is going to take a visit to the shrink, bio feedback, prayer, a miracle! I need for my Purple Prince ........well.....no words.....just a whole bunch of crazy!!

       Pause.....
          My time with this machine, is just to tell you a couple of things, books I have read, lately. ( The above rant, is just why we should not watch the news!!) ( turn it off!! political mayhem) OK, back to my books.
         I read less in the summer, but still manage about three a month, instead of five!!!
         May
               Unless by Carol Shields
               Hold Still by Lynn Steger Strong
               The Book of Ages, The Life of Jane Franklin ( Ben's sister) by Jill Lepore

         I will only talk about Unless ( which, Iam not totally sure is the entire title?) ( long story) (another time)
               The author is a wonderful writer, without a ton of story.
               If you like words, this book will thrill you.
               If you like content, I just remember it was a tad weak.
               However!!! she uses words, like cream cheese frosting on a cake!! thick and yummy.
        A few examples.
               not cruelly intended, only a little tactless
               elegiac undertone
               palliate my worry
               to read obituaries because they carry, like genes packed tight in their separate chromosomes, tiny kernels of narrative
               unless is a miracle of language and perception
               How do you bear it?
               adamantine certainly 
               curiously carnal
               hermetic about her disposition
               a short, sunless Wednesday, the air stretched out on every side like sheets of muslin.
               in my role as mother, the provider of nutrition
               She spoke with an astringency that was almost asexual
               Goodness is a luxury for the fortunate
               chitinous.
               He likes the fact that my stuff is off-centre and steers a random course
               pedagogic and getting more so every year
               cantilevered space
          Granted these are just my highlighted gems, but its enough to make you curious. For some reason I loved it in a strange way. Maybe love is too big a word, I was fascinated by the writer not the story. A new kind of love.
           The other two books, one I was enjoying and it went south, Hold Still. ( I did enjoy some of the family dynamics)
           The history book about Benny's sister, not fun to read, but I always like a siblings view of things in the family. We all see each other in different ways, even the same family stories change, depending on who is telling the story. Times were so different back then, especially for women. Having Ben Franklin as your brother, interesting stuff. Throw out a wider net, read all kinds of books.
           Now I am off to work in the yard, Lantana that grows wild in Florida, we have to plant each year.
           I have a plan, many of them!!
           Friday is Friday, all day long, fill her up!!