these blogs about books, so I'll keep them up. That was oozing with sarcasm, in case you weren't sure. Finished "By the Lake of Sleeping Children" by Luis Alberto Urrea. Interesting read. Sad. An eye-opener. The book was about people living on the other side of the U.S./Mexico border, and although I assumed things are not great for them, I really had no idea. When your getting ready for work involves grabbing some bags, putting on a second layer of clothes, and heading out as early as possible so that you can get a good spot on the trash heap, things could be better. People should read this book. Everyone. Let me also share that the book's namesake, the lake of sleeping children, is a "lake" the size of a pond, where people "bury" their dead. And by bury I mean they put them in some sort of container-wooden crates, cardboard boxes, pillowcases, whatever is available, and toss them in. After a certain amount of time, the bodies float to the top where they provide a resting place and food to circling gulls. And we were torn between oak and cherry wood for my grandma's coffin. I think it's absolutely disgusting that people have a problem with immigration. I'd be more than happy to discuss this further with anyone who disagrees. Read the book. Moving on...
It was a new shoe day! Thanks to my dear, sweet, Stephy-chan. Can't wait to wear the new kicks out! And what a deal at $7!!
Had a rough couple of days, felt pretty anti-social, and cruddy, feeling much better today.
Here's a bizarre little thing that I may as well share: recently found something out about someone that one would think would make them less appealing, totally did the opposite for me. It's like, "Hey, did you hear Teddy burned down an abandoned building?" "Really?? That's sexy." wtf? I don't understand it, but it makes no difference, this one'll go nowhere.
Wish I had something really exciting to share, but I don't. I'm about to start another book. Am a little embarrassed to say I've never read this one before.