“All who confess his name, come then with hearts aflame”*
Well, this weekend was beautiful–70+ degrees and sunny. Gorgeous. We needed it.
I had a very busy weekend–estate sale-ing, attending “an event,” working in the yard, dining with friends (ordering a cocktail!), going to church, and so on.
Two of the estate sales I went to were at homes of people I had known and loved. This is always sad and a bit awkward. Both were at homes where the husband had died suddenly and the wife had been whisked off to an assisted living home immediately afterward. Both wives are suffering from dementia and I wonder if they had any idea what was happening to their homes. Maybe that is just as well.
I did rescue two embroidered/needlepoint bricks.
This weekend I also read a fair amount of the two books I am currently reading.
I found Whip Hand on a basement bookshelf and brought it upstairs to read. Written by Dick Francis, the British steeplechase jockey and prolific crime fiction writer, it is the second in the Sid Halley series about a former jockey, who has been crippled in a racing accident and now works as a private investigator. The novel received the Gold Dagger Award for Best Novel of 1979, as well as the Edgar Award for Best Novel of 1980. I am really not a big fan of the crime fiction genre, but I am enjoying this book as much as I did back in 1979 when I read it for the first time. It is Dick Francis at the top of his game.
I had to interrupt Dick Francis when Elizabeth Strout’s new book, Anything is Possible, arrived in the mail. You may recall that I loved My Name is Lucy Barton, which was published last year, and this book, which is sort of a sequel–in that Lucy Barton is a character in this new book. She has written a memoir (My Name is Lucy Barton) and we read about the people in the small town she has written about and how they react to the book. It is wonderful and I am racing through it. Strout is such a good writer, it is kind of unnerving.
The boy and his wee family came over for Sunday dinner, forcing me to close my book for awhile.
And I saw a flicker close-up on the patio.
Weekend complete! Have a good week!
*Hymn 478, F. Bland Tucker