It's very stinky voggy here. Vog is sulfuric volcanic smog. It is not doing my heart condition much good. It's raining in a dreary way, not our usual trades but a storm coming from the other direction, from the Northwest.
However things are going well, over-all. The meds are working; my blood pressure has come down and my pulse is not skipping so much, although it's still bumpy. I had a nice nap this afternoon with the cat on my chest, which was very comforting.
And I got that League of Women Voters newsletter done, a task that had been worrying me. Next time it will be easier. Gathering material, formatting, making up the e-mail list, printing out and mailing a copy to the holdout who will not use the Internet, even though all she would have to do is go to the library and open up an e-mail account...
I have seen so many of these newsletters, and they don't pass the readability test, so that is what I concentrated on. There were short bios of members, an obituary and reminiscences about one of our most honored members, Helene Hale, news from National, along with the meat and potatoes stuff. I'm trying to get across the notion of a group of members connected by relationships and common interests, instead of constantly exhorting people to be more noble than they obviously already are, or just putting in boring stuff that no one really cares about!`
And, since running around is not an option, and Wolf Hall was bogging me down, I have been reading a rather good young adult novel, Eleanor & Park, by Rainbow Rowell. It would have comforted me a lot to have had literature like this available when I was young. It got a positive review in the NY Times. I did like the characters very much. And the atmosphere was familiar to me, because I lived in the kind of situation depicted in this novel in my teen years. Not as dire, perhaps, but it felt the same. It's tough not to be popular. Not to have nice clothes. To be living under a family tyranny. It seems that some things never change.
And I enjoyed Daughters of Fire by Tom Peek, too. It's a real treat to read, especially if you live here or if you have a special interest in the Big Island of Hawaii. A lot of local places and people are mentioned in a fictionalized way, but it it easy to figure them out. The action is set in the near future. I wouldn't want to spoil the ending by telling what happens, but it's exciting, above all for volcano lovers!
And we are watching a lot of Monk episodes. We just enjoyed an episode about Monks' aversion to male bonding around sports. He hates being touched, so full body hugs from other guys really send him over the edge. Also, I had never seen the original 1990 House of Cards, the BBC mini-series. Which is better: the new series on Netflix starring Kevin Spacey or the original series (also available on Netflix download)? Some might say that you can't improve on perfection, so why bother with a remake? In the words of Francis Urquhart, "You might think that, I couldn't possibly comment." But I'll comment anyway. I thought the original evoked exactly a certain kind of British horridness (Is that a word?). It's very Shakespearean. Americans are never like that. The smiler with the shiv, a modern Iago. A fabulous monster. I love it!!