Further Reading
To answer your questions, Robb has not in fact been laying on the couch and watching soap operas or Oprah all day long.Our wonderful friends have been keeping us amused with a variety of books. Since Robb still has such limited energy this has been a great thing.
I scooped up what's on the bedside table, and this stack represents the kindness of Annalisa, James and Trena, Kara, and Greg and Nicole. Thank you so much, everyone!
In no particular order, the books we've recently read:
Join Me ("Stop raving about it and just let me read it for myself, Robb!")
Lenin's Embalmers
Cadillac Desert
Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Boonville
Straight Man
and I, who have considerably less time, have been enjoying Kingbird Highway
and the National Geographic Reference Atlas to the Birds of North America
Thanks to James, even though we're not wearing maribou slippers and watching the soaps, we are eating far too many bon bons.
Comments
- fPf
If you are looking for a bird book to carry with you, I think that the National Geographic Field Guide, or the Peterson's Field Guide, or the Sibley Field Guide are all very good.
Look at the books, if possible, before you buy. There are a lot of not-very-useful books out there!
--- f P f
Apparently Mayor Bloomburg has announced its a poetry day to celebrate the "creative abilities" of the city's citizens. We woke up at 4 am yesterday because our cats scream for food about then, and so Gary and I lay in bed composing small ditties in honor of "poem day".
Like, for example, what sort of poem would a mob guy recite as he's wacking a guy? Or what sort of magic would spew from the lips of a cab driver using broken english? If I lived there I would recite something about the unique beauty of a NYC cockroach, the city's native wildlife.
For your reading pleasure, when your tired of books-
If I had a cockroach it would be green-
the coolest cockroach you'd ever seen-
It would have racing stripes of gold-
It would scamper and be bold-
My little bug, a nascar driver's dream.
- Annalisa
My poems are not getting better with time.