Alma Rose, a lesson in it’s never too late

Muggy and smoggy day,


in Montreal.

The weekend was remarkably,


lots of rain.

It was,

a weekend,


with bliss,

three days,

that you wish,

could be frozen,

in time.

If I could save time in a bottle…. anyone remember Jim Croce??

I’m happy:-)

Today, back to work,

really good day,

everyone in,

a good mood,

and looking to,

buy some books,

oh yeah,

good couple of days,

a little hormonal,


nothing to keep,

a good butch,


A few days ago,

I told you all,

I was reading,

a lovely book,

Alma Rose,

by Edith Forbes,

this book,

didn’t disappoint,

good to the end.

A book about how,

it’s never,

too late,

to wake up,


live your life.

Pat lives in,

a small town,

very small town.

She has barely lived,

her life,

working for her dad,

and taking care of him,

she gave up,

going to College,

so he wouldn’t be lonely,

and so,

she could run,

his business,

all the while,

letting him,

believe he does.

Pat isn’t a martyr,

she’s more like,

a ghost,

drifting through her life,

never expressing,

her opinions and desires.

She has them, she reads, she’s smart, she just never allows herself a voice.

One day,

Alma Rose appears.

A flamboyant,

lady trucker,

who sweeps her,

off her feet,

and leads her to realise,

all she has,

been missing.

There are twists,

and turns,

nothing is contrived,


many of the twists,

are unexpected,

and surprising.

A novel,

about how it’s never too late,

to stand up,

be accounted for,

and live,

your life.

Let’s hear it for late bloomers,

and brushing off,

quiet desperation.

A lovely book,

a good writer,

a much appreciated gift.


I should get some sleep:-)

Later girls,


Of hernias and books

It’s been a sunny,

beautiful week,

I have much,

on my mind,

some of it delightful,

and some of it,

a little scary.

The scary is,

 I’m going,

to have an operation,

for a hernia,

and honestly,

 it’s got,

me a little bit,


The idea of being,

put under,

scares the,


out of me,

Is this a rational point of view?

Of course not!


I know it’s not very,


and maybe,


might even contest,

my membership,

in the club,


since it will probably,

take three or four,


before the ultrasound,

and another,

couple of months,

before the operation,

I’ll think about it,

next year:-)

The delightful,


it’s delightful,

and still too precious,

to discuss,

<sigh of awe and delight>

and yes,

that’s all I’ll say,

probably ever.

I have been reading,

a book,

that was a gift,

a sure fire way,

to win a,

bookish butch’s heart,

get her a book,

she doesn’t know about,

a book that surprises her,

and makes her laugh,

makes her think,


oh yeah,

sure fire way,

may even,

 be more,

effective than,

roast chicken,


on a par with,

home made,

southern fried chicken:-)

I have a lot,

of books,

I read a lot,

of books,

I know a couple of things,

about books,


I love to receive books,


a friend sent me, 

Do The Windows Open,

by Julie Hecht,

a little weird,


I’m liking it,

city angst,

sort of Woody Allen,

the good, early Woody Allen, before he became a, lets face it, dirty ole man:-)

as a girl,

sort of like,

Widow For A Year,

is my man,

John Irving’ ,

female Garp.

Over the past,

two days,

I have been,

reading a book,

that surprises,


Alma Rose,

by Edith Forbes,

I haven’t finished,


I’m savouring,

every bit,

the same lovely lady,

gave me,

five books,

be still my heart:-)

I will write an appreciation,

when I finish,


I’m going to be busy,

for the next couple,

of days,

it’s a long weekend,

here in Quebec,

La Fete Nationale,

la St-Jean-Baptiste,

on this day,

our ancestors,


the day,

of the patron saint,

of French Canadians,

since we,

live in a,

post Catholic society,


people either,


the French fact,

in North America,

or use it as,

an excuse,

to escape the city,

or get drunk,

it’s all good:-)

I’m taking,

a few days,


from the bookstore,¸

from everything,

 I need it.


Later girls,