There are library shelves at both the offices where I work, and I borrow books from time to time. Last week I noticed a set of cassettes for The Pillars of the Earth and grabbed the box to listen to while driving to and from home.
I got as far as Side 1 of the second tape on my way to Kuroki yesterday, and then came a rape scene. I listened as long as I could, hoping something would happen to stop it and bash the hell out of the offender, but it was too upsetting. I popped the cassette out and will return the set.
We started watching the Fargo TV series lately and that, too, I’ve abandoned. People get hurt or even just threatened. There is violence and gore. I don’t like it and don’t want to watch it. I get tense. Who needs it.
AC has recommended Unforgotten on his blog; we’ll check it out. I’m a fan of British mysteries. They don’t glamorize torture and death. They don’t bore me with long, drawn-out action scenes.
Last night I stepped onto the landing and saw this over the trees that line the west side of our yard:
It was enough to make me walk across the lawn in my “house” shoes to get a better look from the driveway:
Shortly afterward, we got a spurt of hard rain and two shots of pea-sized hail. We’re desperate for the rain and it wasn’t enough. I’ve yet to go out this morning and see what damage was done to my flowers. The delphiniums are still standing tall — they can be seen from the window — so it shouldn’t be too bad.
110 YEARS AGO
July 6, 1911
MARGO: The big fish in Sandy
Lake show excellent disposition to
bite these days. It is no trouble to get
ten or a dozen beauties in an hour or
– Wadena News
Margo Lake, just south of my home town, used to be called Sandy Lake. I’m not sure exactly when the name was changed, but there’s a story about a Metis girl or woman named Margot being murdered by the lake once upon a time, and it’s said the lake and village were named after her.