I started reading "The God of the Woods: A Novel" by Liz Moore today. Several reviews recommended it as a great summer read. The story is set in August 1975, the same month and year my spouse Jan and I married. Liz Moore weaves a multi-threaded story, inviting readers into a rich and gripping dynasty of secrets and second chances.
Stream of Consciousness!
My random thoughts on Jan, love, grief, life, and all things considered.
The Summers Are Hotter Than Ever!
The Time to Act is Now!
I vividly remember when I called my mom to talk about how the summer in New York when Jan and I married would be different from what she was used to. Despite my concerns about the weather, my parents, grandmother, sister, and nephew attended my wedding. Recently, I read an essay by Andrea Thompson in Scientific American called “This Isn’t Your Grandparents’ Summer Heat,” which confirmed that summers are changing.
Whale Fall: A Novel
I have started reading "Whale Fall: A Novel" by Elizabeth O'Connor. With its unique blend of loss, isolation, folklore, and the journey of self-discovery, this debut novel offers a compelling narrative set in 1938 on a remote Welsh island. The story is catalyzed by the arrival of a dead whale, a powerful symbol that sets the stage for the characters' journeys.
Happy 2nd Birthday, Wes!
My Second Anniversary Post-grief!
Wes, my youngest grandson until he becomes a big brother later this month, celebrated his second birthday today. On July 3, 2022, Wes was born at 2:33 p.m. It was a moment of pure joy, a beacon of hope after the passing of Jan. The universe seemed to be aligning the stars for me—fourteen months since my wife died and fourteen hundred hours, a perfect symmetry. When I learned that they had named him Wes Jude, with the middle name in honor of his grandmother, who will never be able to hold him, it filled me with overwhelming joy. I wanted to cry tears of happiness, but I held him close, feeling the warmth of his tiny body in my arms. Both Lilah, my granddaughter, and Wes share Jan’s endearing smile, a beautiful reminder of the joy that Wes’s birth brought into our lives.
Hotter Than Florida?
My Legs Felt Like Rubber Bands Stretched to the Breaking Point
As I walked around Nomahgan Park, the oppressive humidity weighed down on me, causing my legs to grow heavy and tired. A woman breezed past me, and although I tried to offer a cheerful greeting and words of encouragement, she could only muster a remark about the intense heat, likening it to a sweltering day in Florida. At that moment, we shared a common experience, nodding in agreement about the unbearable stickiness of the air despite the temperature being in the upper seventies. It was a shared struggle that connected us, even if just for a brief moment.
Kala: A Novel
Today, I started reading "Kala: A Novel" by Colin Walsh, a gripping literary page-turner from a rising Irish talent. Former friends, estranged for twenty years, reckon with the terrifying events of the summer that changed their lives. Three old friends are reunited in the seaside town of Kinlough, on Ireland's west coast, for the first time in years.
Walking the Cranford Train Platform
I'm Known for Walking Around Cranford
As I walked along Columbia Avenue and entered the walking path, I noticed it was empty because the schools were closed for the summer. After a short distance, I passed a man walking his dog. I greeted him with a friendly “How are you?” He responded with “you, too.” I mentioned the hot weather, with temperatures predicted to be in the nineties, and he stopped to chat. He mentioned seeing me at the train station platform now that he’s back in the office a few days a week and asked if I exited the train and started my walk there.