Showing posts with label Ian Rankin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ian Rankin. Show all posts

Sunday, January 17, 2010

January 17, 2009

Up at 10:30. Slept like a log. Off to the dog park. martha is picking me up after the Cowboygame. Sun is shining. Will be warmer today.

The weather is PERFECT. Absolutely perfect. Dog park is mostly empty over the noon hour. My dogs were content to lie down under the table.

Blitzen's Tale
Everybody thinks I am a reindeer. I just hate my name. I think I will see about getting it legally changed. Mom is so behind the times. She thinks about blitzkreigs.

Lady Chica's Tale
Not many big busters and we couldn't get anybody to run. Mom thought she could get me to run the agility course without being on a leash. Funny mom. She has such funny ideas.


1:36 PM I am going to take a nap and let the Cowboy game take care of itself!!!!

I watched the last few minutes of the game, in time to see Brett Favre make his fourth touchdown pass. Martha was devastated.

We watched more pictures of Haiti. How horrible. Everything is devastated.

We had seafood soup for dinner. Oh, my. mussels, shrimp, clam, crab legs and what not.
Martha made gingerbread cup cakes.
We watched telly and Martha brot me home.

BOOK REVIEW
Ian Rankin, *Exit Music* (2007)
Inspector Rebus police procedural. Rebus is about to take retirement. One more body discovered beside the road, a Russian expat poet.
It is weird to be running around Edinburgh after being there in the 18th century.


Hugs, Dr. Liz

Thursday, December 3, 2009

December 3, 2009

10:30 AM My lungs are breathing this morning. I took two benedryl last night; so I will be groggy all day. I plan to rest all week. Recover.
I dont know what this dream portends. I was in a culture where there was a giveaway as part of funeral service. I was attending a friends' funeral and her possessions were being given away. I thot about receiving Libby's clothes at our memorial weekend.
I have been having morbid thots recently, about what will happen to my fabric when I die.

Went over and got a haircut. I was getting ashamed to go out in public bc my hair was standing on end. When it dries we go to dog park.

Well, I took a nap firste. We made a library run. Got to the park at 4:30 PM and it was cold. The dogs had a great run. Lady Chica ran and ran and ran with Buddy. (I think she does not like to run with him because he beats her. She is highly competitive.)

Blitzen's Tale
We outran those old busters all right. There was a whole pack of em, running and running and running. One dog got tipped oer and tipped over a water bucket.

Lady Chica's Tale
Well, Buddy was there. So he and I raced and raced and raced. Blitzen kept barking at some other guy.

7:45 PM I must be feeling better. I washed the dishes --- how can one person generate so many dishes. I am in process of doing the laundry. Planning to watch MI 5

BOOK REVIEW
Ian Rankin, *Knots and Crosses*
First Inspector Rebus book, when John Rebus was only a sergeant in Edinburgh police. Rebus is a retired SAS. In fact, training gave him a nervous breakdown. He resigned and became cop. Three young girls have been abducted and killed. Whole police dept is on the job.

The villain in this book has the same name as the protagonist in *Blood Hunt*. The villain was killed, however. So it is just the same name.


Hugs, Dr. Liz

Monday, November 30, 2009

November 30, 2009

8:38 am I was having a dream that was confusing when I was dreaming. I seemed to be chief executive in a coutry which had two cultures. kind of a muslim culture. When I went to sleep I was wondering if one could make haj (that pilgrimage to mecca) only during this time or could one go any time.I plan to ask Nadia at dog park.

I am feeling better but have this terrible cough where I am coughing up mucus from deep in my lungs.

10 am Getting up and dressing. I dont ache but I feel depressed about the state of the house. Or maybe this is the post-flue depression.
I washed dishes and cleaned up kitchen counter. Step One. I feel much better.

Seminar at Wendy's. Judy and I each feel despondent over Afghanistan, health care reform, and other political ventures.
Came home, but could not get to sleep for a nap. So we packed up and went to dog park. It was sunny but sort of cool.

Blitzen's Tale
I got into it with a sharpei coming into the park. He went next door and I barked at him through the fence. Then I was trying to socialize another little dog and mom put me on time out.

Lady Chica's Tale
Not much to say today. Not many dogs to race. I try to pretend I dont know Blitzen when we are at the dog park.

BOOK REVIEW
Ian Rankin, *Blood Hunt*
This is a unique novel. Gordon Reeve is retired SAS (British special forces) who runs weekend survival courses. His brother, Jim, is a journalist who supposedly commits suicide. Gordon does not believe this and sets forth. He discovers that his bro was working on a story about herbicides. Interesting that after discovering the story, Gordon has problems eating. He thinks about the pesticides in his food.
I was intrigued with his covert operations. At one point, he dug a hole, disguised it and waited ten hours for the bad guys to come. He really scared them!


Hugs, Dr. Liz