June 29th, 2011

20111112, Marilee

The Help by Kathryn Stockett

I tried to post this yesterday, but everything on LJ was circularly connecting so I saved it in a file.

I have this book way down in my pile of papers and when I saw it was being discussed at a different library, I looked at the library's site and found not only were all the books out, but the list was 12 more people waiting. I got mine from Amazon. I headed out to one of the large libraries in the county. I'd put in a request for The Warmth of Other Suns and got it. One of our librarians at the regular library had been promoted to this one and we talked for a bit.

I went in and sat by myself for a bit, but then the librarian came in. She warned me that this group used to meet in a home and one of those women would still be in charge. My librarian/fan/leader tells us that our SF club has the most attendees. Well, tonight we had 12, which is about the SF club's top, but six of us were new. The leader seemed upset when I told her that I didn't want to read The Postmistress or a bio of Pearl Buck. I don't know how many others will go again. I got home and have been online.

This is a story of a town in Mississippi in the 1960s, with three major characters: Aibileene, Minny (both black maids) and Skeeter, a white woman. There was still strong segregation in the town, and many of the black women work as maids for the wealthy women. Skeeter comes home from college and wants to be a journalist. She runs into one of the maids and gets her story. They agree that they want to write a book with a chapter for each maid that would get involved and turn it in to a publisher.

There's a lot of bad feeling between the races and between the maids and their ladies. A point comes where a number of the maids decide to help and Skeeter has to write like crazy to get it to the publisher in time. Gura gur obbx vf choyvfurq naq erchoyvfurq. Fxrrgre trgf n wbo ng Unecre Pbyyvaf va ALP, naq gur gjb znvqf obgu trg orggre yvirf.

I really liked this, but right now I find myself reading a lot of books about that era -- there's more in my list.
20111112, Marilee

Lots of Walking

Last night I watched TV and then read the paper. I got to bed to read the book I'd stopped when I got The Help and realized at 5am that I had to get up at noon to get to HMO imaging on time. So I reset the clock and was just up for a bit, then out. There was a big accident on the other side while I went up our main road -- a work van that had run into a steel barrier -- then on I-66, there was a trailer truck and two small cars accident that completely stopped my direction. Fortunately, I got off before I hit that.

I had the CT as soon as I got there -- there wasn't anybody else in the waiting room. I put my wallet, keys, and phone on the counter and got into the bed. The kidney CTs go very quickly. My nephrologist saw a little cyst two years ago and sent me to a surgeon who said he expected it to be fine, but to redo it in two years. The doctors get to look at it tomorrow.

Then I headed back on I-66, getting off at the area where my HMO rheumatologist is, and I picked up the form for new narcotics. I'd emailed them asking for it on Thursday and didn't hear back. Usually they fax it to the pharmacy in another building (one that is all our HMO). I drove to the other clinic (where there's so much problem with parking that they have free, no tip valets), handed in the form and when my name came up on the screen, went to get it. Then I moved a bit off the way home and ate at Joe's Crab Shack. A friend in Tucson likes theirs and I liked this one, but almost all their meals were almost all protein. I'd have to take a seventh of the leftovers and put them each in the freezer. So I had a classic Cobb with snow crab.

At this point, I was wondering if I could really manage to get from parking to Radio Shack. My digital thermometer showed me a dead battery icon the last time I wanted to use it, so I wanted a new battery. There's no handicapped spots near the curb cut near the Radio Shack, so I parked as close to the curb cut as I could and held onto brick columns and trash cans to get inside. I gave the assistant the old battery, and she had trouble. We had to wait until the supervisor was on hold and she was able to tell her which battery to sell me.

I picked up mail on the way home and considered going right to bed, but I think I'll stay up a bit longer. I have an appointment tomorrow with my primary doctor's clinical assistant and I'm supposed to bring my wrist BP. In the last week, four times it's shown irregular heart beat, which I haven't had before, and some were too low. I already planned four-week labs for tomorrow, and Peapod will be here sometime after 4:30pm (I can check in the morning and it will give me two hours of the five I set up for, and those are usually the last). Another long day. Fortunately, I don't have anything to do Friday to Sunday, at least, so I can stay home while it's more than 90F outside.