Owen will be here soon and the light is cracking through the trees and I slept hard like it was my job and I was going up for a promotion.
I have nothing new to say except that I finished a book last night and I'd like to recommend it.
Blind Sight by Meg Howrey.
I'd never heard of Meg Howrey. She is a first-time author and her small bio on the back stated that she'd been a dancer and an actor and I wasn't expecting much but this is a very smart, very many-layered novel.
I don't do book reports so don't expect one here but I'll tell you this- the main character is a seventeen year old boy who was raised in a house of women. There is science, spirituality, religion, sexual coming-of-age, sexual identity, fame, fortune, celebrity, a very different take on a father-son relationship as well as one on a mother-son relationship. And college essays.
It's a good one.
If I were Meg Howrey, I'd be proud.
Well, that's the early morning report from Lloyd. I think I'll get out the blender and whip up a smoothie for me and my boy. One never knows what sort of adventures we'll get up to today and we'll need a good breakfast. I sort of wish that a "good breakfast" still meant bacon and eggs and toast and grits but that's a vacation breakfast. Or the breakfast of someone whose day includes plowing the lower forty.
I got no lower forty.
I got no plow.
But I got a grandson. And he likes smoothies.
It all works out.
Hope it does for you, too.
Let's meet back later and discuss.
