what we have here is a failure to communicate

I am spending another day in the Village Green – a.k.a. my backyard. After a week of grey overcast sky, interspersed with rain and tentative thunderstorms (your normal June weather, actually) the sun is back out. Hopefully the black flies haven’t been reborn as well, but so far so good.

I have books with me, and a little notebook in case my sleeping muse wakes from it’s slumber of several years. I remain optimistic. In the meantime, I keep my fingers in shape by very occasionally typing something nonsensical on this blog.

I am lazy today – incredibly so – and can’t be bothered to hike or walk or bike or anything. I did all that yesterday, and feel that the occasional roll from my stomach to my back is all the physical activity I need today. Perhaps in a little while I will walk down to Gringo’s and get a fat burrito and a peach smoothie. Until then…

I am reading about PBS’s series Mystery! which has been collecting the best of British mystery and sleuthing since 1980. (At least through 1997 – I don’t remember if the series still plays.) I picked up the book because flipping though it revealed Jeremy Brett as my favorite Sherlock Holmes. The book is full of good photographs and excellent sunny afternoon reading – interviews with mystery writers and the actors who played Miss Marple and Inspector Morse, etc.

The book is making me want to get on the Netflix ferris wheel again (I just put my account on HOLD for the summer) and watch the Sherlock Holmes episodes from start to finish. All 41 of them will make a good winter project I guess, since I know that I honestly won’t get through them this summer, however much I may want to.

I guess for now I will go back to Gregory Maguire’s Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister. My friend Julie and I are trying to make reading a “summer thing”, as much as a winter thing – and I feel that I can succeed at this, since lounging around can be done just as well outside in the sun as it can on a couch. The movie watching, not so much. Now I just have to promise myself that I will read a classic or two this summer, and I’ll be set.

Here’s the view from a bend in the road up Cadilac the other day. 🙂