The Love of a Good Holocaust Story

Waiting on a warm summer evening at Chapters for my "chauffeur" to pick me up,  I had a few minutes of sweet sweet time to check out the recommended books section. Although I don't like to thing myself common or average in anyway, I have to say that I find taste in line with the "Heather's Picks" quite frequently. In fact, I could really imagine myself in her shoes - CEO of a bookstore, reading great bloody books all day, making a start-up author's career with one purple sticker. I could deal.

Trusting her good judgment again, I picked up Sarah's Key tying two story lines together: one of a journalist in current day and one of a little Jewish girl in 1942, both in Paris. Of course, both story lines converge. A semi-predictable easy read, I did read this in one day (one work day) - you'll find you can't put it down.

Hot Summer Nights

Not much to say this week - just that I had a fantastic summer weekend, I wish it weren't over - that said, I've decided I'm going to have a fuckin' good Monday.

Cheers to Mondays!

Summery Sunday

All of a sudden, Summer has arrived in Vancouver, with more than enough baggage for us sea-weather folk to handle. Not to say it's not welcome! Friday night, with an inspiration of the weather, and pure jealousy of the other girls who had obtained this yarn, I indulged in the Misti Alpaca Regaeton Handpainted Sock Yarn - and this looks even better wound than in the skein:

"Love, love, love, love, Love love, love, love..."

This morning the sister and I went to Krause Berry Farms to get some local strawberries - although we got the last two baskets, we were disappointed there wasn't more for our troubles. So, we stopped off at Dreidger's Farm on the way back and got 10 lbs of delicious strawberries. I love summer fruit:

Mmmm...garden fresh.

Sadly, this whimsical weekend has come to an end, and work comes back like a boomerang tomorrow morning. Although tomorrow I hope to change our world, little as it is.

The key to this week will be to get off work on time so I can enjoy the most of this weather.

Small Beneath the Sky

A lovely day off allowed me to finish this book, Small Beneath the Sky by Lorna Crozier - only approx. 180 pages of Can lit memoir that I felt I could really relate to. An eloquent poet by trade, Crozier captures the prairie life and Canadian life prior to the 80s to the tee - the farm life, the post-Depression generation who felt like they too were living in the Depression.

This book brought me right back to Grandma's kitchen on the farm, Uncle Dave up at 5 to milk the cows at the barn so us kids could have milk so thick with cream I would rather have had apple juice with my cereal, even after he cut the cream at the sink from the top of the gallon milk jars.

My grandma in her chair, with Grandpa's picture looking over as she knit away, and made sharp remarks those in pain make about everything Mom tried to do or didn't do. Parent became child, child parent.

Heath and I playing in the barn, nothing but the drifting summer clouds on the light blue sky, the scary forest where the bull pen was, the chipmunks coming close then running away. Cousin Rodney showing us how to find agates in a fill pile, riding the tractor with Uncle Dave in the field smelling of sweet hay. Thank you, book.