Upside Ann

  On Tuesday we drove between Sturgis, WY and Cody, WY.  As I mentioned earlier, we managed to make the drive by eliminating the Black Hills and instead took in Devil's Tower and Big Horn National Forest.  The latter was a beautiful drive- see below (in no particular order.)

 I think I told you the story of my cannas.  Last Thanksgiving my cousin Steve gave me the bulbs*.  They live all winter on the dryer - always sporting a few leaves.  In the spring, I planted them in the bed beside the house - where they languished.  Eventually - probably after Colorado - I planted two in pots and moved them to a place they would get more sun.  THIS WEEK we got our first bloom.  Woop woop! Just in time for Santa's arrival in Versailles - this evening. *These bulbs originated on my grandparent's farm.  They were planted by the milk house and known as Grandpa's Cannas.  They grew as tall as I was.  Mind only reached about 3 feet.  Maybe I was very young.... And then there's this:   The Christmas cactus I bought at the IGA last winter is reblooming.  She's gorgeous.

 "My dad gave me a present once," Nico said.  "It was a zombie." Reyna stared at him.  "What?" "His name is Jules-Albert.  He's French." "A ... French zombie?" "Hades isn't the greatest dad, but occasionally he has these want-to-know-my-son moments.   Guess he thought the zombie was a peace offering.  He said Jules-Albert could be my chauffeur." ..."To take you to the mall," Reyna said.  "or the drive-through at In-N-Out Burger." "I suppose....Because nothing helps you make friends faster than a rotting corspe with a French accent." And there you have it.  How to make friends.  Where could I find one of those zombies?

We spent the night in Sturgis Wyoming- yes, even without a motorcycle!  I had been struggling with trying to figure out what we would see and what we would have to skip in the Black Hills: scenic drives, wild life drives, caves, Mt. Rushmore, Crazy Horse... so that we could end up the day in Cody and be ready for Yellowstone on Wednesday.  Ends up- we skipped them all.  I just couldn't face driving back East - even a short trip - even to see Mt. Rushmore.  (Though in all honesty, Mr Rushmore - was a much higher priority for Kevin than it was for me.  YES. I know I wrote Mr.  I did that ALL THREE TIMES that I've typed the name in this blog.  I finally admitted defeat and let it stand.) Devil's Tower, however, was one of our big ticket items.  After all, we had made a special effort to obtain and watch "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" before our trip!   ba, ba, ba, ba, baaaaa  

"And the dead stood with the living, and the living knew it not." I heard Mr Buehlman being interviewed on our public radio station, WYSO's program "The Book Nook".  I don't think they were talking about this book - but then, I don't know which book they were discussing.  What I picked up on was that Buehlman wrote horror.  I read horror.  That was enough.  The host did mention this title, I know, because I wrote it down on a piece of paper I had in my car.   "Daughter witch page saint prophet angel what are you what are you You Delphine 'What are you?' he said. 'Two things, I think.  but soon I'll be just one.'" This tale is the epitome of good vs evil in that the conflict is directed by fallen angels against god's creation of men on earth.  Monsters, demons, even wine making zombies at one point.  This immense and widely disseminated evil must be combatted by an excommunicated knight, a priest who lost his flock after ...

You know, these are very violent stories.  Dave and Cletus - while I love these characters - I would not want to hang with them.  People are always getting hurt.  God forbid you are morally questionable.  Chances are you may not survive the novel.  I'm just trying to come up with a body count for this book - without any spoilers:  seven - no eight.  Two I can share without ruining anything - Dave's mom - Oooo - nine. Like other Burke stories he writes beautiful descriptions of characters that capture their essence and their mood, foreshadowing particularly within dream.  Bad guys are inherently evil - but good guys can do and do do really bad things.  Refer again to that body count. wait - Ten. I'm not sure what someone reading this blog post is expecting.  A synopsis that is somehow different from the book jacket?  Don't know that I can do that beyond what you've just read.  Dave learns that bad cops murdered his mother ...