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Been a long time since I’ve posted a blog. So I thought I’d finish 2023 with some book reviews from other authors I’ve read over the past year. Below are 4 of my favorites. If you’ve read any of them, I’d love to hear your thoughts. 

The Reading List a Novel by Sara Nisha Adams 
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The Reading List by by Sara Nisha Adams

Someone has created a list with the heading ‘Just in case you need it’ followed by 8 well-known fiction novels. This mysterious list is written in an elegant hand and there are multiple copies floating around a London neighborhood. The characters who encounter the list are struggling in one way or another. Two of these characters are the main focus of the story.

Mukesh is a self-conscious, aging man who feels lost since the death of his wife. She was his inspiration during their many years of marriage. Now he finds himself alone and lonely. At least until he discovers an overdue library book under his bed.

Aleisha is a teenage librarian for the summer break and would rather be any place else. Unfortunately, she and her older brother Aidan are the only breadwinners in the family. Their father left and their mother suffers from crippling depression. Aleisha feels lost and alone until she encounters Mukesh at the library.

An assortment of other characters pass through the pages. Each with their own unique challenges. But they all gain new insights after encountering ‘the list’. 

I loved reading this author’s debut novel because it demonstrates the power of a good story and the value of community, culture and tolerance. It is a book that I will read more than once.

Salvage the Bones by Jesmyn Ward
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Salvage the Bones by Jesmyn Ward

Fifteen-year-old Esch lives in the fictional town of Bois Sauvage, Mississippi. She narrates this tale of her life with her father and 3 brothers. The family struggles to survive on their late mother’s ancestral land.  

Esch’s alcoholic father is currently obsessed with preparing for a hurricane, only 10 days away. Brother Skeetah only cares about breeding pit bulls for fighting. Oldest brother Randall hopes that his basketball skills will get him out of Bois Sauvage. Young Junior runs wild. And Esch stands in the center of this chaos in auto-pilot.

When Esch discovers she is pregnant by a neighborhood boy who doesn’t care about her, memories of her mother’s death during childbirth haunt her.

When the hurricane strikes it is with a vengeance and everything that Esch thought was important is lost.

I was impressed with the poetic prose in the voice of Esch, alternating between unsightliness and beauty. Esch narrates a day by day countdown of a community living in poverty while preparing for a category 4 hurricane. Her family is put to the test where survival of the fittest reigns. The losses are great but the community comes together, giving Esch a new sense of value.

The One Hundred Years of Lenni and Margot by Marianne Cronin
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The One Hundred Years of Lenni and Margot: A Novel by Marianne Cronin

At Glasgow Princess Royal Hospital there is a ward for terminally ill children called the May Ward. 17-year-old Lenni will spend the rest of her life there. She will touch the hearts and minds of Father Arthur whose hospital chapel is always empty, New Nurse whose red hair clashes with her uniform, Paul the Porter whose arms are covered with questionable tattoos, The Temp who was over qualified to work at the hospital, Pippa the art therapist who is very good at her job and Margot whose 83 years added to Lenni’s 17 makes for a 100-page pictorial account of their combined lives.

Margot and Lenni share in the narration of their lives before and up to Glasgow Princess Royal Hospital. Although it is Lenni that this reader longs to interact with, Margot’s bits and pieces of her long life are a joy to read.

In Lenni’s words, “When people say ‘terminal’ I think of the airport.” Lenni has a way with words and her interactions with Father Arthur regarding God were a pleasure to read. She manages to distract others from her obvious ‘terminal’ outcome with humor and wisdom. In the end, Lenni will return to her airport metaphor in a beautiful and touching way.

The Jealousy Man and Other Short Stories by Jo Nesbo
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The Jealousy Man by Jo Nesbo

Jo Nesbo, famous for Norwegian crime novels, has the reputation of creating scary bad guys and smart but flawed good guys. There are 12 stories in this collection, each with its own unique Nesbo twist.

One story takes place in an airplane’s first class section. A woman, seated at the window seat is leaving her unfaithful husband. But she wants to leave him with a message. She has signed an unbreakable suicide contract that ensures her death within a 3-week period. A death that will not appear to be suicide. Then she falls in love with her seatmate. 

Another tale takes place on a small island in Greece where identical twin brothers are visiting for rock climbing. One brother goes missing and an investigation reveals that both men were in love with the same woman. Without a body, the Athens detective must unravel what happened to the missing brother. All this while a storm pounds the island.

There is also a story that focuses on a Chemistry student working as a cashier and who hates it when people cut in line. She sees it often but she has a unique method for relieving the world of such people.

I’ve read many of Nesbo’s novels including the Harry Hole series. What I enjoy most is a common theme of the love and lust that drives his characters. And the unexpected which always shows up.

Happy Holidays and Well Wishes for the coming year.

Other Book Reviews

Note: This blog is sponsored by me, Karen J Adams. Any recommendations or suggestions are purely my own opinion without the exchange of money.

 Unpublished work © 2023 Karen J Adams

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

Quest For the Best Southern Barbecue

In late August we packed the RV with a lot of stuff, including two cats, and hit the road. Looking for cooler temperatures, if there were any to be found. Plus we wanted to sample some of the barbecue in the Southern USA.

First stop was Gunter Hill Campground, a short stay on our quest. As a sidebar, it is an Army Corps of Engineer (ACE) facility. ACE facilities are our favorite for four reasons:

  1. Campsites are half price to anyone with a Senior Lifetime Pass.
  2. Reservations are easy using the mobile app.
  3. There are no reservation fees.
  4. The campgrounds are usually on a body of water and the sites are often waterfront.

Next, we headed north and were pleased (and lucky) to discover that Bluff Creek Campground had vacancies. This was over the Labor Day Weekend. Bluff Creek Campground lies on Walter F. George Lake which borders Alabama and Georgia. And our first southern barbecue experience.

A short scooter ride in search of fuel helped us solve both our needs. Across from the gas station was 4 Way BBQ in Lumpkin, GA.

Some good old fashioned Southern humor.

Our First Barbecue Taste Test

The vinegary sauce was tasty. We ordered a rib platter with beans, potato salad and rolls. I had a hankering for a pulled pork sandwich with coleslaw. They had the pork but not the slaw.

The ribs had a smoky flavor. However, those folks did not follow the low and slow rule. They used the high and fast one, which resulted in us having to tear the meat off the bones. Best part of the meal was the beans. They were drenched in sauce and held chunks of pulled pork. Yum!

I suppose 4-Way BBQ could have been having a bad rib day. Or perhaps that’s the way Georgians like their barbecue ribs.

Providence Canyon State Park

While near Lumpkin we went out to explore Georgia’s Little Grand Canyon. Said to be the result of poor farming practices in the 19th century. Hard to believe those huge gullies were created initially by inexperienced farmers.

Watsadler Campground

On September 8th we arrived at Watsadler Campground in Harwell, Ga. It’s just a stones throw from South Carolina.

Our campsite was on the lake and offered some mighty nice sunrises.

In town, we found Backstreet Bar-B-Q. I was ecstatic to learn they had pulled pork and coleslaw. We got our order to go and feasted for dinner back in the RV.

The sauce was thick with a faint taste of vinegar. And the rib meat fell off the bones. I made some sourdough onion rolls for the trip. And they were a perfect compliment to Backstreet’s pulled pork and slaw.

Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about

Our third and last barbecue quest was near Pike’s Ridge Campground in Knifley, Kentucky. I’d researched barbecue in this area and discovered that Kentucky was the only state that served barbecue mutton. Alas, we did not find any barbecue mutton. Maybe on our next trip.

We did find some impressive ribs at Brothers Restaurant , located in downtown Campbellsville. We got a sampler platter that included pulled pork, ribs, chicken and brisket. The meat was dry rubbed and smoked. The accompanying sauce was thick and sweet. I will say this was my favorite. I especially enjoyed the brisket.

My new favorite

Scooter Travel is Not Fun in the Rain

Rain became the norm so we packed it up and headed back to Florida. Where it was not raining and the temperatures were cooler than when we left.

Until next time. Have a Safe and Happy Holiday Season.

In Memory of James Leland Rand

My Uncle Jim passed away during our RV trip after having led an extraordinary life. I will certainly miss him. And with the theme of this blog in mind I’m sure he would argue that Texas has the best barbecue. Rest in Peace Uncle Jim.

Note: This blog is sponsored by me, Karen J Adams. Any recommendations or suggestions are purely my own opinion without the exchange of money.

 Unpublished work © 2022 Karen J Adams

I’ve Been Busy Reading and Writing

My last post was in November 2021. Yikes! After the chaos of the holiday season, I got busy on a huge writing project. A novel. First draft is finished. Hurray!

Will be doing some revisions and then on to the challenge of publishing. I’ll keep you posted.

In the meantime I have read many books. Here is a list of my seven favorites (not in any particular order):

Sea of Tranquility by Emily St. John Mandel

A time travel story with a twist. Gaspery-Jacques Roberts is a detective living on the Moon’s Night City. He is hired to investigate an anomaly in the North American wilderness. On Earth. Beginning with a stop in 1912.

Turns out there are several people involved in this anomaly. As well as several centuries. Notably, an old man playing a violin in an airship terminal. Once he learns the source of the anomaly, Gaspery must choose between his gut and the rules of time travel.

Cloud Cuckoo Land by Anthony Doerr

This novel is a mosaic of time and space. At the center of the story is an ancient Greek book. Entitled Cloud Cuckoo Land. It is the fictional novel about a shepherd, Aethon. Aethon dreams of being turned into a bird so he can fly to a utopian paradise. Cloud Cuckoo Land has made it into the hands and minds of five characters.

Fifteenth century Anna is an orphaned seamstress residing within the walls of Constantinople. She crosses paths with Omeir, a village boy. He lives outside the walls. Omeir and his beloved oxen are conscripted into an army. One that will siege the city.

In present day, elderly Zeno, enjoys translating ancient Greek texts. He spends his days in an Idaho library. Seymour, an autistic teen, also spends time in the same library. Seymour becomes involved with ecoterrorists. He plans to bomb the library.

In the distant future, on an interstellar ship is 12-year-old Konstance. The ship, Argos, travels to a planet that her future offspring will inhabit. Konstance questions the purpose of the journey. She is familiar with the story of Aethon. Passed down to her from her father. It is a story that she will also pass along.

Each of these characters have a common need for survival and a longing for a happy ending.

Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt

This tale requires a small stretch of imagination. But it’s worth it. The widowed Tova Sullivan takes a custodial job at the Sowell Bay Aquarium. Staying busy helps her cope. Like when her 18-year-old son, Erik, went missing 30 years prior. Tova forms a relationship with Marcellus, a grumpy giant Pacific octopus.

Marcellus resides in the aquarium where Tova cleans. He was rescued at an early age. Although Marcellus thinks of himself as a prisoner. Here’s where your imagination must extend itself. Marcellus narrates his story and his observations of the human species as a whole. He is also aware of what happened to Erik all those years ago. How will he get that information to his friend, Tova?

A beautiful tale of love, loss and unexpected connections.

The Boys: A Memoir of Hollywood and Family by Ron Howard

Take a walk down memory lane with Ron and Clint Howard. Learn about behind the scenes activities of the Mayberry crew. The book includes details about Ron’s directorial debut and how he got it. Clint discusses his substance abuse. Both brothers speak warmly of their parents.

If you were a fan of nightly television in the 60’s and 70’s, you’ll enjoy this memoir.

The Last House on Needless Street by Catriona Ward

You have your serial killer. Your stolen child. Revenge. Death. This novel is filled with surprises. At the beginning, you’ll be certain you know what’s going on. You don’t. Each chapter offers a new unexpected tidbit. Coming together for a satisfactory ending.

Harlem Shuffle by Colson Whitehead

Ray Carnie is almost completely legitimate with his Harlem Furniture Store. His cousin, Freddie, doesn’t pretend to be legitimate in his dealings. Then Freddie offers Ray a deal too good to be true. How will Ray maintain his stellar reputation, keep Freddie alive and get his fair share of the deal?

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir

How does a High School Science teacher save the world? That’s what Ryland Grace is tasked with. However, when he wakes up from a very long sleep in an unfamiliar place, he doesn’t remember anything. Not even his name.

On top of that, there are two dead bodies in the room with him. Also with him is a set of robot arms that care for his needs. He remembers scientific data but doesn’t know why. It all comes back to him in short flashbacks. Until he realizes he is on a suicide mission. Earth’s last resort for survival.

With lots of science and plenty of mystery, the story unfolds. With some unexpected assistance, it may not be a suicide mission after all.

Note: This blog is sponsored by me, Karen J Adams. Any recommendations or suggestions are purely my own opinion without the exchange of money.

 Unpublished work © 2022 Karen J Adams

Dying to Win

My Interpretation of Squid Game

Note:  Spoiler Alert

Netflix’s most watched series, Squid Game, is a phenom.  Why?  Is it the unabashed violence?  The exaggerated character dramas?  Its South Korean roots?  Could be the stark differences between the players.  Or maybe it’s just the idea of deadly child’s play.  Regardless, there seems to be no shortage of viewers or contestants who are dying to win. 

Despicable Ralph

The first episode offers up our main character.  I’ll call him Ralph.  Ralph is a 30-something “ne er’-do-well”.  He lives with his ailing mother who cooks and cleans for him.  Ralph lost his union job and works part-time as a chauffeur.  His wife divorced him and took their daughter. Ralph believes his luck will change so he steals his mother’s debit card and uses the cash to gamble.  He manages to win a bundle after several misses.  That’s good, right? 

Could have been if he didn’t owe money to the local loan sharks, who happen to chase Ralph at the casino.  Ralph runs and collides with a girl (I’ll call her Suzi).  Turns out Suzi is a skillful pickpocket.  Once cornered in the public restroom by the loan sharks, Ralph reaches for the cash, which is no longer in his pocket.  Uh-oh!  Ralph negotiates one last chance.  Repay on deadline or give up organs.  Hmmm, is that a “thing” in Korea?

The Thrill of Winning

By this point Ralph has proven his unworthiness to himself and to us viewers.  As he is slithering back home, via the rail, he meets a stranger who engages him in a game.  It’s a Korean version of Slap Jack – only different.  Each time Ralph loses, the stranger slaps him.  Across the face.  If only Ralph had money, then he could have avoided the slaps. 

Ralph finally wins and as he readies to slap the stranger, he is rewarded with cash!  The stranger also gives him a card.  On it is a phone number.  The other side is decorated with a circle, a triangle and a square.  An invitation to play more games.

A Beaten Down Ralph

Ralph makes the call and is picked up by a van filled with sleeping people.  He’s excited at the prospect of winning big money but quickly falls asleep when the van fills with gas. 

A New Kind of Child’s Play

Enter the House of Games!  Ralph finds himself in a warehouse filled with other people, all wearing the same crayon green warm-up suit.  And they are numbered.  Ralph is the last, number 456.  He buddies up with an old man, number 001.  001 is frail and doesn’t seem capable of playing any game, much less winning. 

Ralph notices Suzi is there and so is his neighborhood buddy, Sam.  Several other contestants emerge, all of which are in some form of financial distress.

The caretakers of the games are dressed in hot pink boiler suits with hoods and black masks.  A stark contrast to the green track suits.  Their masks have one of three shapes: square, triangle, circle.  We’ll call them the Pinks.  The Pinks are like robots.  Void of emotion and carrying weapons. 

The Pinks and The Contestants

Shock and Awe

The first of six games is Red-light, Green-light.  This is how it’s played: One player,  in this case a giant Baby Doll, turns their back on the other players. Baby Doll calls Green Light and the other players race toward her. She turns around and calls Red Light for all the players to stop. Baby Doll has roaming, movement-detecting eyes.  The players who moved are eliminated.  With a bullet.  Ralph is paralyzed by this new turn of events.  Which is good because he’s not moving.  But Sam reminds him that a clock is ticking and there is a finish line to cross. 

Killer Baby Doll

A lot of, not so smart, players freak out by the violence and run in the other direction.  Only to be sprayed with automatic weapons.  Improving the odds for Ralph and his friends.

Back in the warehouse, Ralph makes a stand.  He wants to go home and others agree.  It’s a good thing the Pinks have ‘Yes and No’ buttons handy so everyone can vote.  The old man has the last vote to break the tie.  He takes forever to decided, like the demented dude that he is meant to be.  Ralph’s team wins and everyone goes home. 

Handy Buttons

What Now

But wait, there’s eight more episodes!  You guessed it; they return but with different attitudes.  Every man or woman for themself.  Plenty of interesting sub-plots to enjoy that I won’t go into.  One has to do with organ harvesting.  I guess it is a thing.

Throughout the games we viewers feel compassion for some of the characters and learn to hate others.  So, in the sixth episode, many of our favorites are “eliminated” in the one-on-one game of marbles.  Sigh…

Sam and Suzi Meme

If you want to know more, you’ll need to watch it.  Or not.  My personal ‘shock absorber’ is to close my eyes at certain, uncomfortable parts. 

I am amazed at the record-breaking audiences for the show.  I am also, somewhat ashamed to have been one of them.  Squid Game is a source of entertainment filled with the unexpected.  Sharp contrasts of colors and themes.  And believable characters that are all dying to win.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

Note: This blog is sponsored by me, Karen J Adams. Any recommendations or suggestions are purely my own opinion without the exchange of money.

 Unpublished work © 2021 Karen J Adams

Captured by Indians

comanche mustangs
Comanche Village

~ History ~

Some of my earliest memories come from my childhood in Texas.  My grandfather loved hearing me say, “I’m a Texas Partner”.  I wore my Annie Oakley outfit at every opportunity. I watched a movie called “The Searchers” with John Wayne and Natalie Wood.  My first exposure to a tale about a girl captured and raised by Indians. I was enthralled and secretly wished to be that girl.

Over the years two more prize winning films hit theaters. In the 1970’s Little Big Man and in the 1990’s Dances with Wolves.  Tons of others did not become blockbusters.  There are heaps of books, too.  Some were written and/or narrated by the captors, themselves. 

News of the World Novel Cover

~ A Recent Novel ~

In 2016, the novel, News of the World, by Paulette Jiles was released.  Captain Jefferson Kyle Kidd travels through Texas in the year 1870.  A difficult time for Texas and its post Civil War reconstruction. A veteran of the War of 1812 and the Mexican American War, Kidd wanders from town to town entertaining locals for a dime. He reads newspapers aloud to his audiences, sharing the news of the larger cities.

Captain Kidd stumbles upon an unexpected task. A self-imposed assignment of returning a girl to her remaining family members in Castroville, Texas.  The girl, Johanna, was removed from a Kiowa Tribe who captured her four years prior. Johanna has no desire to be anywhere other than with her Kiowa family.

~ Historical Nitty Gritty ~

Captured children assimilated quickly into tribal life. They refused to go back to their civilized lives.  Returned kids ended up stuck between two worlds. One world that wanted them and the other who couldn’t have them. Read some of their stories here.

Olive Oatman
Olive Oatman ~ captured and returned; Read about Olive here

Children from the white homesteads adapted well to Native life. Less stress. There were no crops to tend or livestock to care for.  The low maintenance and nomadic lives of the Natives was a lot more fun. 

Why did the Natives capture children?  Tribal conflicts have gone on for centuries. Survivors of the conflicts were often children. Those children would replace tribal members lost to disease and to wars.

~ The Newest Movie ~

News of the World Movie is now available on HBO.  As with most movies made from novels, details were missing.  Details that add more insight to the characters.  Missing was the depth of confusion and discontent among Texans regarding reconstruction. The movie was, however, engaging on its own.  The acting by Tom Hanks as Captain Kidd and Helena Zengel as Johanna was excellent. If you like the movie, read the book.  You won’t regret it. 

~ Alas ~

Gone are the days of my childhood fantasies. Yet, I’ll never grow out of my love and fascination with the Wild West. Novels and movies alike.

See ya next month, Partner!

Annie Oakley
Annie Oakley

Note: This blog is sponsored by Karen J Adams. Any recommendations or suggestions are purely my own opinion without the exchange of money.

 Unpublished work © 2021 Karen J Adams

Deacon King Kong

My Review of a Novel by James McBride

The Shooting

One afternoon, a drunken, 71-year-old Cuffy Jasper (aka: The Deacon) nicknamed Sportcoat, walked up to Deems Clemens, the local drug dealer, and shot him.  He did this in The Cause Plaza in front of 16 witnesses. 

Some Backstory

Deacon King Kong takes place in the fictional Causeway Housing Project (called The Cause) in New York City.  The year is 1969.  Like any small town, the residents of The Cause know each other and each other’s business.  But that’s not the focus of this amusing tale. 

The focus is the old, drunken Sportcoat.  He drinks the local brew, King Kong and is driven to set a few things straight. 

Christmas Fund

Sportcoat’s late wife, Hettie, collected money weekly from fellow members of the Five Ends Baptist Church.  She kept it in a safe place.  This was how folks saved for Christmas gifts for the children. 

For reasons unknown, Hettie drowned in the river two years prior.  She never told anyone where the money was kept.  Sportcoat has numerous conversations, or rather, arguments with his dead wife regarding the location of the money.  To no avail.

Now that the money was missing, the assumed amount has grown from a few hundred to a few thousand.  Sportcoat needs to find it or consider himself obligated to pay out of his own pocket. 

Baseball

The Cause used to have a good baseball team.  Coached and refereed by Sportcoat.  Deems Clemens and his pitching skills brought them to the attention of college scouts.   Sportcoat had practically raised Deems, who had no guidance from his drunken mother.  Sportcoat taught the boy how to pitch. 

Then heroin came into The Cause.  Young Deems decided selling drugs was more profitable than playing baseball.  Though he did have doubts about selling drugs.

In The Meantime 

Just outside The Cause lives an Italian bachelor, Thomas Elefante, carrying on the family business of moving stolen goods.  Thomas refuses to get into the drug business.  He’s also getting tired.  He’d like to find a nice, plump country girl and get married.  Move away. 

One day, Thomas is visited by an old cellmate of his late father’s.  An Irishman called The Governor.  Before he dies, the Governor would like Thomas to find an artifact that the elder Elefante hid away.  Thomas isn’t interested; he’s got enough to do.  That is, until he meets the Governor’s plump and single daughter, Melissa.

Another Irishman, NYPD Sergeant Kevin Mullen, aka: Potts, is planning to retire soon.  He loves The Cause and the people who live there.  Potts is looking for Sportcoat.  If for no other reason than to protect him from the retaliation of the drug suppliers.  During his search, Potts meets Sister G.  Sister G, a leading member of The Cause community, is smitten with Potts.  Potts feels the same.  But they don’t talk about that.  They mostly talk about finding Sportcoat.

The Cheese

Expensive, white folks’ cheese.  It’s delivered to the Cause every month and has done for years.  No one knows where it comes from except, maybe, Sister Paul.  Sister Paul is 102 years old and lives in a nearby home.  Sister Paul and Sportcoat’s late wife were friends.  Sportcoat ventures out to visit Sister Paul.  Perhaps she will shed some light regarding the whereabouts of the Christmas Fund.

James McBride’s tale is witty, sad, beautiful, and ugly in its depictions of love and of prejudice.  The multiple characters and cultures are colorful and captivating.  The prose is the result of an obvious love for creative writing.  I look forward to reading more of his work. 

Note: This blog is sponsored by me, Karen J Adams. Any recommendations or suggestions are purely my own opinion without the exchange of money.

Unpublished work © 2021 Karen J Adams

On the Road Again

Fully vaccinated, Marty and I were ready to satisfy our social needs.  He suggested a long road trip in his Porsche Boxster (his other love).  I could do that.  In the planning stage, the trip grew like Pinocchio’s nose.  We would drive from Florida to California and back; 7000 miles.  Oh my!  I pondered the struggle getting in and out of those bucket seats. 

Fortunately, the Porsche had a cruise control problem.  The shop couldn’t fix it in time for the trip.  Saved!  I quietly cheered.  We settled on the sensible Subaru Outback.

What About the Cats

Next we needed to find house/pet sitters.  We use an online service, Housecarers.com.  Contacted a retired couple that has sat for us before and set it up. 

I loaded our food supply with, what a Cajun friend refers to as “Ape Food”.  Because any ape could prepare it!  Noodle bowls, lunchmeat, cheese, crackers and so on. 

Overnights

We have family and friends spread out across the country. Marty and I adjusted our flexible schedule to meet those of others.  We are thankful for our hosts in New Orleans, Austin, San Antonio, Apache Junction, Palm Springs and Seal Beach. 

Priceline was our go to for other overnight stays.  Using the app and searching for an Express Deal saved us money and time. Most rooms were nice.  Some brought memories of the Bates Motel.

What Else

Then there were a few bucket list items to consider.  Palo Duro Canyon, TexasBryce Canyon National Park, UtahArches National Park, UtahGreen River, UtahFish Lake, Utah.  Okay, most of Utah.  We also wanted to “experience” some dental work in Mexico.  Marty as the test subject, of course.

The outbound journey consisted of visiting people and the dental office.  Inbound would include bucket list items.

Medical Tourism

In case you’re curious, the Dental Office is located in Algodones, Mexico.  Marty did his research ahead of time.  Called and made an appointment.  This is how it panned out:

  1. Park at the lot on the US side in Yuma, Arizona for a nominal fee. 
  2. Walk across the border.
  3. A driver was waiting for us
  4. The driver delivered us to the dental office.
  5. Marty’s assessment was made and 2 root canals performed.  Ouch! (Marty said he didn’t feel a thing)
  6. After treatment, the driver brought us back to the border.

The crowns were ready the next day.  The friendly staff filled out and emailed paperwork for our insurance claim.  We paid with a credit card.  The price was close to half that of the US cost.  I should have brushed up on my Spanish.

Success

This journey offered so much for us.  We mingled with friends and family we hadn’t seen in years.  It was pure joy to be out and about, talking to locals and learning the best places to go for food and fun.

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Palo Duro Canyon, Texas
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Rooster Cogburn’s Ostrich Ranch – Hidden between Apache Junction and Tucson, AZ
Bryce Canyon Hoodoos
The Hoodoos of Bryce Canyon National Park
Dancing Saguaro Cacti
Just a couple of affectionate Saguaros waving at passersby in Apache Junction, AZ
Cave in Arches National Park
A cool and quiet cave in Arches National Park, UT
Arches National Park
Me and some big Rocks in Arches National Park
Arches National Park
Marty checking out the Colorado River in Arches National Park.

After enjoying much of what Utah has to offer, we headed home.  Our last 3 days on the road had few stops and a lot of driving.  We were getting mighty tired of Ape Food. Well rested and home again, it’s time to plan our next adventure.

“We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.”  Author Unknown

Until next month, Adios.

Note: This blog is sponsored by me, Karen J Adams. Any recommendations or suggestions are purely my own opinion without the exchange of money.

 Unpublished work © 2021 Karen J Adams

Missing Virgie

We like road trips.  We take a lot of them.  Driving along highways.  Through cities and farmland.  While we drive we listen to audiobooks.  We get these books through Audible, our local library and Chirp.  Our first Virgil Flowers novel was from the library.  That was June of 2020.  We are fans of the author, John Sandford.  And the book sounded interesting.  Turns out, we loved it.  We got another one and loved it, too.  We became Virgil Flowers’ greatest fans.

Virgil

You see, Virgil is unconventional.  He works for the Minnesota Department of Criminal Apprehension.  He wears his blonde hair long.  Always in a t-shirt, jeans and boots, Virgil likes music and fishing.  His collection of t-shirts depicts popular rock bands.  He’s been married and divorced 3 times. 

Virgil is also honest and kind-hearted.  The son of a minister, he talks to God most nights before going to sleep.  He keeps his gun in a safe in his truck.  Virgil’s friends and co-workers all agree that’s the best place for his gun.  Virgil is a poor shot with a pistol.  When things get dangerous, he calls down the muscle.  Jenkins and Shrake. 

Sidekicks and Cases

Jenkins and Shrake are mostly literate and dress in suits and ties. They are hard-drinking thugs that often take the night shift surveillance jobs.  They like to tease Virgil whenever possible but they always have his back. 

The crimes Virgil investigates are also unconventional.  A shootout with Vietnamese spies made headlines. There’s the dog snatchers who sell the full blooded dogs to breeders and the mutts to labs. A mating pair of rare tigers are kidnapped for their body parts. Sold off for medicinal purposes. The cases are many and often more than one in each novel.

Characters

A quote from Holy Ghost:

“Wardell Holland, the mayor of Wheatfield, Minnesota, was sitting in the double-wide he was renting from his mother, a Daisy Match Grade pellet rifle in his hands, shooting flies.”

Each story is filled with rich characters and humorous scenarios.  That’s why we looked forward to hopping in the car for a listen.  Even if we were just going to the market.  Unfortunately, we have listened to all 13 novels.

Now we must carry on without Virgil.  So, in parting:

Dear John Sanford,                                                                                     Please write more Virgil Flowers books.                                                                           Regards,                                                                                                           Virgil's Greatest Fans

Until next month, enjoy.

Note: This blog is sponsored by me, Karen J Adams. Any recommendations or suggestions are purely my own opinion without the exchange of money.

Unpublished work © 2021 Karen J Adams

Motorcycles and Me

Upon meeting my husband, I discovered he was a motorcycle enthusiast. I assumed motorcycles were dangerous. Those stories of friends who crashed. The road rash. Motorcycles were never on my radar. He was. I opened my mind and took the plunge.

First, I learned the rules:

  1. Always wear your helmet and protective gear. 
  2. Always mount and dismount on the left side of the bike.
  3. Wait until he tells me to get on. 
  4. Hold on while riding and at stops.
  5. Don’t get off until he tells me to.

My first date on a bike was at night.  I wore my cutest outfit.  The bike was a BMW R1100R.  He loaned me a helmet and jacket.  Didn’t really go with my outfit.  We rode to a local Fish Camp for the sunset.  A 15-mile ride.  I slid back and forth on the saddle.  Those sexy slacks couldn’t grip the vinyl.  Visions of a crash occupied my mind. 

We made our destination.  My hands and knees were set in a death-defying grip.  I was given the order to dismount.  It took time.  I was doubting the functionality of my radar.

He led me to a nice spot on the deck, facing the river.  I had a glass of wine.  We talked about everything.  I found I liked him more.  The sky glowed in hues of red and orange. 

For the ride home, I was buzzing.  The sky was dark and clear.  The moon, almost full, was gleaming.  At that moment I discovered a new love.  The love of motorcycle riding. 

Dirt Bikes Are Fun, Too

A few months into our relationship, we went to California.  He had a cabin in the mountains.  And he had a dirt bike.  There would be some additional rules:

  1. If you get scared, jump off.
  2. When it looks like we’re going down, jump off.
  3. If he tells me to, jump off.

Easy enough.  I wore full protective clothing.  A jacket with back, shoulder and elbow pads.  Pants with knee and hip pads.  Helmet, gloves and sturdy boots.  I looked like an astronaut.

Astronaut Suit
Can’t bend!

The ride was amazing.  We climbed steep hills.  The landscape was like that of a Spaghetti Western.  Dry and mountainous.

That dirt ride led me to want to drive. I practiced on a Yamaha XT225 and took a class. Never mastered the figure eight. I could duck walk like a pro, though. My next bike was a Suzuki SV650. Really nice bike. Fast with excellent brakes.

Scooters!

After nine years of playing house, we got hitched.  Our honeymoon was a month-long adventure in Thailand. 

Scooters are the main mode of transportation there.  We rented two of them.  Those bikes are considered semi-automatic.  Gears to change but no clutch. 

Different Country, Different Rules 

  1. Drive on the left side of the road
  2. Move to the front of the pack at stops. Scooters have priority.
  3. Splitting traffic (driving between cars) is acceptable.
  4. Yield to scooters loaded down with produce and/or children.
  5. Ride on sidewalks as needed.

Thailand is a beautiful country. We rode over 2000 miles through farms and villages. The residents were always happy to see us. My riding proficiency escalated ten-fold.

Thai Farmland
Thai Farmland
Downtown Pai
Downtown Pai
Thai Scooter
Me and my Semi-Automatic

Those adventures were the first of many in my adult life.  An open mind, respect for the rules and a glass of wine can be very enlightening.

Until next month; enjoy your adventures.

Note: This blog is sponsored by me, Karen J Adams. Any recommendations or suggestions are purely my own opinion without the exchange of money.

Unpublished work © 2021 Karen J Adams

Ramblings of a Retiree

Tech Me

I love technology.  In the old days I was delighted to transition from my enormous Day Planner to a PDA.  Cell phones came next. No longer was I stuck in an office setting up appointments. In like manner, the smartphone came on the scene replacing PDA and cell phones.

Yep, technology is a wonderous thing.  As long as it works.  That’s the ugly.  In my house I am the tech whiz.  I don’t mind.  The Man keeps the cars running.  He chops wood.  He is stumped by tech.

When a tech misfire begins in the morning it will often fill the day.  From tech support to forums to trial and error.  By the evening I’ve ignored every Fitbit reminder to move. My head is spinning and my joints have frozen in place. But the issue ultimately is resolved. And life goes back to normal.

Run, Karen, Run

Technology comes in handy for something else I love.  Running. I don’t really “run”.  I move quickly on two feet.  My preferred area to run would be a winding trail through a wood.  I can listen to music or work on a story I’m writing.  It is my sanctuary.  Weather permitting.

That brings me to winter.  I am a cold weather wimp.  To run in the cold means I have to wear more clothes.  Lots of clothes.  Cold weather makes my nose run; faster than my feet.  I load my pockets with tissues.  In cold weather there is no joy in running and I often don’t do it. 

By Spring I am ready to retrain myself to move quickly again on two feet.

Easing Into It

My favorite method for starting over is to run a half mile then walk a half mile.  Thanks to my Fitbit, I can get half mile cues through my earbuds.  I gradually lengthen my run time and shorten my walk time. I do this until I can run 30-60 minutes in one shot.

It is a beautiful thing.  At least until my Fitbit fails.

Rambling On

Several months ago I agreed to be part of a Well At Home program provided by my insurance carrier.  I received a box in the mail with an in-home blood test for Hep C.  This surprised me. How is that related to Well At Home? I decided to follow through with the detailed instructions.

Instructions and More

“Best to perform test in the morning”  Wondered if I should caffeinate first. 

“Take the test tube out of the box.  Stand it on a solid surface.”  Test tube?  It’s the size of a pencil stub. 

“Remove lancets from pack. Choose your finger.  Run that hand under warm water.  Wipe fingertip with provided alcohol wipe.”  Definitely should have caffeinated. 

“Twist top off of lancet.  Hold fingertip up”.  Should use middle finger and add a selfie to the package.  

“Press Lancet firmly on fingertip until it clicks.”  I didn’t hear the click over my screams. 

“Wipe first drop of blood with provided gauze.”  What gauze? 

“Hold fingertip over test tube.”  It’s ¼ inch in diameter! 

“Squeeze finger”.  Blood on counter. 

“Massage finger and squeeze more.”  Blood all over both hands. 

“Fill tube to line marked on test tube.”  There are two lines.  I chose the lowest.  Scraped blood into tube from hands and finger.  

“Follow packing instructions and mail.”  Time to opt out of this program.

In closing, I look forward to the day my Fitbit will read my blood profile through my skin.

Until next month, Au revoir!

Note: This blog is sponsored by me, Karen J Adams. Any recommendations or suggestions are purely my own opinion without the exchange of money.

 © Karen J Adams March 18, 2021

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