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What Will the Brit’s Say

The day after George W. Bush was elected to office 8 years ago my cousin Elaine, who is British, called from her home near Warwick England.  Under normal circumstances, she typically moves through a very proper line of questioning as is considered polite, how are the children-type questions before launching into the items she had really hoped to discuss. Except on this occasion she broke format and the very first words that came from her mouth were, “Good God, Jody…The Americana’s have elected a President who can’t form a complete sentence!” In order to fully appreciate her delivery you have to imagine a very clipped British accent pronouncing Jody, heavy on on Jo while leaning hard on the oh sound. It’s been a phrase I’ve repeated time and time again over the past 8 years…I expect she will call again post-election only this time with a very different message:)

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Neil Gaiman – American Gods

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For the next month HarperCollins has posted a free online copy of Neil Gaiman’s book American Gods.

Since it’s unusual to find a free book I scrolled through the copy posted on HarperCollins website anticipating that a huge chunk of the middle would be missing  thankfully it was all there. Very cool.  The above link allows you to browse the book. To take full advantage of this offer and read the whole story click the link here –> It may take a minute to load: American Gods by Neil Gaimon.

As a side note, Neil Gaimon grew up in England not too far from the Isle of Wight and my cousin Elaine, after Gaimon married he moved to Minnesota and now resides…you guessed it, not too far from me:).

I was pleased to see American Gods posted for free because its on my “must read” list along with Gaimon’s book Neverwhere.

Also, feel free to check out Gaimon’s websiteand journal, he’s recently posted photos including ones of his dog. I was glad to see photos of Gaimon’s dog, Gaimon found the dog on the side of the road. He washed him up and discovered he was a really beautiful white dog, he’s had him ever since. Gaimon’s dog reminds me of a neighbor dog that used to come around whenever I lit the grill. She’d lay on my steps so it was nearly impossible to open the screen door to get to the grill. I don’t recall her name because it was something from a Disney movie…maybe Nala, anyway the dog had blue eyes and periodically stopped by for dinner with my family, one day she just stopped coming.

I knew where Nala lived and whenever she came to my house with her running chain dragging behind her I would walk her back home even though I would have preferred keeping her. She was always covered in ticks and wanted to fill a kiddy pool and clean her up. (The thought of plucking ticks just made my stomach do little flips.)

Instead of having a big outside dog which was the kind I grew up with, we have Jack …a nervous Yorkshire Terrier. Or a Dorky Yorkie as I like to refer to him.  He had a heart problem and the pet store didn’t want him, the breeder didn’t want him either so I brought him home as a companion pet to my daughter who has an autoimmune dysfunction and is sick a lot. Jack has been a good companion and he’s a smart dog, but he honks like a goose for the first quarter mile when I walk him.

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The Royal Pavallion, England


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Hiding Under the Covers

I am at one of those places in my life where I just want to climb under a blanket and stay there until I feel ready to deal with life. Now that I’ve stated that, it dawns on me that I am over due from taking a break which is probably why I feel so down.

I picked up a piece of furniture today for our new house.In due course I found myself on a very narrow road with trees on both sides. It was raining so gently that for a minute it looked like England and I wished I were there. I imagine my cousin offering me tea and Jaffa cakes, filling me in on the progress of their restoration projects on Tudor Cottage. Maybe I’d take her dog, Nell for a walk down by the canals or lean over the rock wall around the Norman church reading the moss covered head stones.

I’m not sure what it is that makes the English countryside feel like a comforting mom. Whenever I am worn down, I find myself wishing I was there.

Since I can’t go to England, maybe I’ll just stay hidden beneath my blankets.


English Countryside

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