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Night Camp

Mr. B.’s first book review for Amazon, anonymous of course, for an Indie YA book he breezed through in two or three sittings:

“Night Camp” was an overall very enjoyable book. It had its down points but its up points outnumbered them. It was a fast-paced, quick read that always kept me on the edge of my seat. At the start of the book I was intrigued by the odd premises. I felt like I was in the main character’s shoes with the good descriptions, and a feeling of knowing the settings.

At the end the story turned out to be more of a light-hearted story than a Dracula-thriller. But the ending had its own perks compared to many other slightly-scary stories I have read. Once or twice I had trouble figuring out the order of the words. These are the only notable lackings of this book. It has a very good story contained within its pages. I had fun reading this book and I hope other people will, too. Four stars.

That should please any author. I’ll get it posted on Amazon over the weekend.

Got a Kindle

I’d thought about it, last year, after reading about TFG having one. But I dismissed the idea. Then I thought about it some more. Especially after reading twelve e-books on my Kindle for the PC program on my net book. The net book is clunky to carry around. I’m sure the Kindle will be easier. More later as I get used to it.

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Lilies

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Mr. B’s broken arm

Turns out the sprain from the basketball game is what orthopedists call a “torus,” or “buckle,” fracture. Mr. B. is now wearing a new fiberglass cast. It’s green. His new favorite color. (Used to be red.) Three weeks, the doc said, before it can come off—right about the time his summer day camp begins. If then.

Roses on a rainy weekend

redrose1Not our usual Rancho antiques, but reliable Knockouts, or Radrazz beauts.

Recorder belts

Mr. B. was having fits qualifying for his initial, white belt for the recorder until late this afternoon. Every other belt-owning, fourth grade music student he played the tune “Good News” for concluded he’d made too many mistakes. Today he played it for Wyatt, a pal, over the phone and Wyatt has agreed to sign the qualifying sheet. Smiles all around.

Short’nin’ Bread

Woke up early to get Mr. B. off to school with the chorus to the old plantation song “Short’nin’ Bread” running through my weary mind. Lyrics go like this:

“Put on the skillet,
Slip on the lid,
Mama’s gonna make
A little short’nin’ bread.
That ain’t all
She’s gonna do,
Mama’s gonna make
A little coffee, too.

“Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread.”

Rest is here. It was the kind of thing you might hear on television now and then, back in the Dark Ages  before political correctness set in. Why yes, I’m sure you wanted to know, and now you do.