Ghost Globes, Santa Photos, and low-teperature fever
I’m sitting here in that odd half-fevered world where you know you are either getting over being sick, getting ready to be sick, wondering if you should do something about it and not quite sure what you could do about it. Bleah, in other words.

Let me say, before I get any further into this…. GO CHARGERS! … There, the sports are almost out of my system. Great game yesterday, not much more to say other than that I never would have believed that guy Michael Turner – being so chunky – could run so far, so fast. Katie celebrated by diving on top of her new stuffed fish and cackling something about “tackles” (heh). She’s going to be a football fan, it seems.

This weekend we celebrated one of Katie’s rites of passage – she got her first picture taken with Santa Claus. Let me set this up by pointing out that she is probably THE most animated, photogenic little bundle of smiles I’ve ever met. On Santa’s knee? Slack jawed. Frowning….staring….not upset, just not about to make a face that will make a good picture. We did what we could. She made us dance around like idiots, talk like babies, and otherwise make fools of ourselves before gifting us with a half-watt lopsided grin (lol). Stupid babies.

The saga of our haunted / not haunted house continues, as well. Stephanie has been taking pictures again – and particularly in the two rooms we use for living room and dining room, her photos are plagued with the “ghost globes” that you see on the ghost-busters sites and TV shows. She has shown them to “experts” who claim they are definitely spirit globes. I don’t know about that, but this weekend we decided to magnify those globes – a LOT – on the computer, and we saw some very very strange stuff. A couple of them have what seem to be very clear letters. A couple had faces. One looked (up close) just like an eyeball staring out of the wall. If you ever get a chance, late at night, half-fevered, to discover something like that in your son’s birthday party picture, I’m not sure I recommend it….very creepy, intriguing stuff, even if it is a bunch of hooey…(that’s my scientific term for it). I may cut and paste a couple of the zoomed out versions of these globes and stick them up here to show you what I mean. Weird, at the very least.

Quick review:

“C is for Corpse” – A Kinsey Milhone novel by Sue Grafton.

As noted before, my biggest problem with this book stems from the over-play of the familiar. When certain detectives sit down to arrange their notes and review the case, they use this as a tool to further the plot. When Kinsey sits down in this one to type her notes on her old typewriter, you get nothing except a couple of passing pages. There is a lot of description like this. If you took out all the mentions of going to the grocery, rehashing of things you already know about the various characters, the “I’m not going to go there” bit with the old boyfriend (who is still married) – well, there isn’t a very long novel in here. There seems more fluff than substance in this third Milhone novel, and I can only hope / assume that in such a popular series the author matures past this, since there are many letters to come. It’s fine to give me bits and pieces of the protagonist’s life, because these help build my interest in reading about her in the future. The bits and pieces have to move the plot, or at least a substantial subplot forward, though, and in this case I don’t think it’s the case. I’ll read more of these because they read quickly, and they hold the interest, but this one hit high on the ol’ fluff-o-meter.

Now, I have to get back to trying to order my not-feeling-well-thoughts and see if I can’t outline a few more volumes in the saga of “Donovan DeChance,” he of the “DeChance Chronicles” that will be…he of the novel VINTAGE SOUL – which many of you recently read (and hopefully enjoyed) in its rough form.

There are worse ways to spend your day.

DNW