I am on vacation at the moment. The usual New Jersey trip.
This year, I wasn't really looking forward to it so much because of the broken foot.
It's slowly getting better, but I can barely put weight on it. I still need the crutches and the walking boot.
I had a dream last night that I was walking around barefoot. It was both thrilling and frightening at the same time.
So far, I have been here 2 full days and its quite nice.
B goes out and gets me a Turkish coffee first thing every morning.
There is a patio with a lounge seat and an awning.
I can sit in the shade to read and write while everyone else goes to the beach.
My mother in law has hibiscus plants so I can watch the hummingbirds and butterflies visit and the neighbors have a bird feeder so I get to watch the happenings there as well.
Firefly season is just starting around here. Last night we went up the street after going out for ice cream (yes ice cream every night too) and watched the fireflies in the dark meadow.
To the West Venus and Jupiter were bright above the horizon, colored a wash of pinks and orange.
To the East floated the gibbous moon above the where the ocean was.
Pretty moments that are not to be missed. My favorite thing about June is visiting that meadow at twilight.
I am thankful for another June to enjoy the moment.
Life is precious, people!
It's time for a book review. Book #20 for the year so far.
The Scarlet Gospels by Clive Barker.
Very exciting for us fans of Pinhead and the whole Hellraiser franchise. Movies one and two were really good. That ended it for me as far as the movies. I never realized there were more beyond those.
I have read more than a few of Clive Barker's books over the years and have loved many of them. Weaveworld and Imagica are on my list of security blanket books and I re-read them at least once every few years.
Scarlet Gospels. First book of the summer for me. I bring two to vacation in New Jersey every year.
I will write this without too many spoilers if I can.
Pinhead. The mighty Cenobite.
Reading Pinhead's inner dialogue and learning that he has motivations, aside from making people who open Lemarchand's box writhe in exquisite pain.
For me, I can only describe it as (please bear with me)
It was like hearing and then walking in on your ideal person, your perfect God/Goddess, person of your dreams, that you hold in the highest regard, taking a very loud and very messy diarrhea.
You are kind of horrified. You say to yourself, "No. No. No. this doesn't work. Not at all."
They are supposed to be wonderful and amazing, not squatting over the can like everyone else.
But you don't go running out the door because they are who they are.
They just have become a tiny bit more human, more real so to speak. They have their origins and inner workings and desires, no matter how gross.
So you stick around and you are happy you did.
They are still really great. Everyone has a bad bout of diarrhea, including you. Then you move on.
In the end, you get some great perspective from some new characters that show up to save the day (not really for those in the book, but for you, the reader).
Everything gets wrapped up nice and neat. There things to ponder on that venture into possible new stories, even if they are only in your head and never written.
Then you close the book with a contented sigh, satisfied.
Clive Barker-I am so sorry that I doubted you, even for a second.