May 26th, 2008

20111112, Marilee

Three PM... the moment for silence and memory. It probably made a difference that I lived on Navy bases and was a Navy brat, but we always had memorial things on memorial days. I don't think that happens as much anymore.

Shiva did his stay-under-the-covers thing again, but he still got his Clindamycin. Two more doses -- I think we'll both be happy. I got groceries and bought a graduation card for a teen I haven't seen in a few years. The picture that came with the announcement shows a bright, classy person I wouldn't recognize.

I had to reload the reusable bags outside the Giant again. I asked the bagger to balance them weight-wise and he didn't understand what I wanted. At first I thought it was language problems, but later it became obvious that he had mental limitations. The cashier told him "just put a few things in each bag" and I decided not to argue that that wasn't what I asked for, and so I rearranged things outside. While I was doing it, I got a divot taken out of the back of my right hand. I don't know by what, but I had blood dripping from my hand by the time I got to the van and I sat in the heat with frozen things for a few minutes while I held a kleenex tight on it. It's a little crescent, that would be an interesting scar.

I'm going to start washing the cat blankies and then take a timed nap. I really want to get up when the alarm rings!
20111112, Marilee

Asimov's Mysteries by Isaac Asimov

I had a sudden urge to read the Wendell Urth mysteries again and from what I saw, this was the only book that had them all. It has a couple other classics, too: I'm in Marsport Without Hilda and Marooned Off Vesta, as well as other stories.

His introduction says that he set out to prove that you can have science fiction mysteries with Caves of Steel and these are his short story science fiction mysteries. I enjoyed reading them again. They're not great prose but the mysteries are still interesting, as is Dr. Urth, the Mary Sue of the stories. The latest of the stories is 41 years old, so they are a bit dated. There are forewords with the stories that explain why he wrote them and so forth.

I had some trouble finding a copy and this one smells of dust so I think that may be why my nose keeps running. It needs a new home and if you would like it for the cost of postage, let me know. If you've never read the stories, you might enjoy them, and if you have, maybe you'd like to read them again! LJ gets first go, then ML, then it goes to the Friends of the Library, so it won't be homeless.