Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Half Moon Bay


Half Moon Bay by Alice LaPlante
    
 Deep in grief, after the accidental death of her teen age daughter, Jane moves to Half Moon Bay to start over.  But starting over can be highly overrated – or just plain easier said than done.  As an expert in local plants, Jane finds her work in a nursery something that she can cope with. Watching new things grow is something she can control.
     Ever so slowly, Jane finds she can also encourage the sprouts of a normal new life for herself.  She is accepted in town, meets a few people, Adam a co-worker, Helen, her boss, Alma and Edward whose lifestyle both mystifies and fascinates Jane. She works at keeping her daughter’s ghost at bay but it works only if no one asks about her.
     Then children start to disappear.  Little girls are found dead but primped and posed in playful positions.  It’s a tragedy the small town can’t come to grips with.  They need someone to blame and Jane is the newcomer, the loner, the one who takes walks in the middle of the night and can’t give an accounting of her whereabouts.  Sometimes her grief makes her wonder about her own sanity and innocence. 
     The author takes us back into Jane’s life as she was growing up and we see what torment can really be. Then when her daughter turns into a surly teenager much like the teens Jane had to survive, we come to think, “hmmm…maybe, maybe.”
     We are never quite sure who, of the people the author introduces us to, might be taking these little girls.  We start to see things Jane won’t see. And just when you think living in a small town is the good, safe life!  

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Frustration

My frustration level has maxed out.  Due to my techie ignorance or Blogger's I still can't get comments on this blog.  I'm to the point of scrapping the whole thing and calling it a day.  I've tried all the fixes that Jenny, Julie, Peg and Shez recommended. I've gone to the Blogger website and still nothing.  Oh, I get the confirmation emails that I will be getting my comments, but they aren't coming through.  I started this blog to meet quilty people around the world and over the years I've certainly done that. But for months I feel like I've been talking to myself and that's not fun.  I know you are sending comments because you who have my email say you have.  Yesterday I found somewhere in all the clicking in the bowels of Blogger a place that said I have 38 comments waiting for my approval except there was nowhere offered to actually approve them.  I could delete, declare them spam and refuse them but not accept them.  And now I can't even find that page.  My last resort: Chooky.  If she can't fix me, nobody can.  She's busy dealing with feeding cattle and sheep in a drought but I finally caved and sent her an SOS.
 To get my blood pressure back down I picked some daisies from the yard
 and brought my orange peels out to the back with an iced tea and a new book.  Sitting under the umbrella and watching the birds come to the feeder at my feet, I'll while away this perfect summer  afternoon.
 I checked this book out of the library and got maybe 20 pages into it when I realized I have to own this one. Amazon gift cards are so nice!  I ordered this Friday and it just arrived in time for my patio sitting.

PH joined me and set himself up with a plate of watermelon and his paperwork for the Planning Commission meeting tomorrow night.
 This is especially for Joyce and Marge.  I don't do Brussels sprouts. They stink.  But when Marge and Joyce order the roasted sprouts in a restaurant I'm always "encouraged" to take that No-Thank-You bite.  They stink. I have taken a teeny taste of a crispy leaf and didn't die.  My neighbor gave me two sprout balls (she, too, tried to convert me but I'm not buyin' it) and I peeled them completely down to just leaves.   Then I roasted them in the oven for a good long while to maximize the crispy.
 Then I drizzled some fig balsamic vinegar on them and while PH ate his watermelon I tried these. Well, what do you know?  They still stink a bit but the balsamic saved the day.  I ate them!  I lived!

Thursday, July 5, 2018

Testing, testing...

It was a nice day, too nice to stay home so we went for a drive in the countryside.


 Yes, when I see laundry hanging out on a line I open the window and zoom in and take a quick snap. Sometimes I get out of the car and tiptoe up a driveway, mostly not.

 We saw a sign for fresh peas and stopped.  Peas, peas, everywhere!  I asked they guys if they know how much they sell and they said, "twelve acres."  No, they don't know how many pounds and no, they don't have someone shelling them.  They've been doing this for 21 years and the farm has been there for 40 years so everyone in the area knows where to get their fresh peas.



Now, my request for this post is that you post a comment. I felt like I was talking to myself for weeks because blogger disabled the comment part of the blogs.  Everyone has been confounded and confused and frustrated but dear Peg over at Happy in Quilting says she found a fix through another blogger.  If you would accommodate me and reply to this post I'd love to know if we are back in a conversation again.  If you are having a problem, go to Peg's post and follow her instructions.  Let's hope!