Sunday Funnies

The Eyes Have It

I think I'm going blind. Well, not blind exactly but with advancing age my eyesight is failing. I told my wife and she said I should go the the optometrist. She's pretty smart, eh? Like the brightest pupil in class.

So before things go too far, and I make a spectacle of myself, I'd best make that appointment.

I'm noticing things like seeing the television much better with my glasses off than on. That's not right. I'm sure iris-k severe eye strain.

I notice, too, when I'm driving my vision is blurry. That's not good. Driving like that lense itself to having an accident.

I'm fine with things close up. Like books. I have no problem at all when I'm reading or on the computer. Or clipping my nails or picking my teeth. When properly framed, things are fine.

And I test myself from time just to make sure. (Boy, that's gotta be the worst one, huh? i-test? hahaha)

But I'm not alone when it comes to certain concerns related to aging.

The other day Mrs D was bemoaning the fact she was growing old. Of course, for me, Mrs D is as lovely today as the day I met her. And I said to her, "Honey, you just get more beautiful everyday."

Oh, sure, thanks" she says, "this from a guy who says he's going blind!"

That Mrs D. She's so damn observant. Well, I tried. I'm phoning the eye doctor today.

This post was pretty cornea?

Sunday Funnies/Happy Mother's Day

She's Not There

The following musical interlude is brought to you by my mojo.

Well no one told me about it, the way I cried
Well no on told me about it, my brain was fried
But it's too late to say I'm sorry
How would you know, why should you care
I been trying to find my mojo
She's not there

Well let me tell you 'bout the way I rocked
The way I'd act and the puns that were there
My wit was soft and cool
My posts were clear and bright
But they're not there

Well no one told me about it, what could I do
Well no one told me about it, and the air's now blue
But it's too late to say I'm sorry
How would you know, do you really care
I'm still tryin' to find my mojo
She's not there

Well let me tell you 'bout the way I rocked
The way I'd act and the puns that were there
My wit was soft and cool
My posts were clear and bright
But they're not there

But it's too late to say I'm writing
How would you know, do you really care
I'm still tryin to find my mojo
She's not there

Well let me tell you 'bout the way I rocked
The way I'd act and the puns with flair
My wit was soft and cool
My posts were clear and bright
But they're not there


With apologies to the Zombies (Man, I'm friggin' old.) I've included the original song for your enjoyment. And, who knows, maybe my mojo will be there next week.

Sunday Funnies

Bibliofile - April

I'm slipping. I only got through 12 books in April, nowhere near the 18 I managed in March. But it brings to 41 the total number of books I've read this year.

I'm still on my Private Eye jag and Ken Bruen, Dennis Lehane, Lee Child, Robert Crais and Ross MacDonald contributed towards my fix for the month.

I went off the e-book grid and had to order Crais' Voodoo River from Amazon because it wasn't available in the e-book format. I've also ordered several more Crais books from Amazon just to ensure I continue his series in chronological order. Somewhat annoying they're not available in that format.

My favourite reads this week where Rachel Joyce's The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry and Candlemoth by R.J. Ellory. Neither of these are in the private eye genre. Pilgrimage is an endearing tale of a man of a certain age who hears a former female colleague is dying of cancer and writes her a letter. He goes out to mail it and instead decides to walk the length of Britain to visit her in her hospice. It really is a heart warming story. I urge you to read it.

Candlemoth is by an author recommended by Ken Bruen's central character Jack Taylor. This is the second time I've read one of this character's recommendations. I wasn't disappointed. Ellory tells the tale of a death row inmate accused of murdering his best friend, an African-American who he's been pals with since they were 6 years old. Through flashbacks the reader learns of their enduring friendship against the backdrop of events during the 60s and 70s. It's a simple story but an enjoyable one. I loved this book and highly recommend it.

So here's the full list for April.

Sanctuary - Ken Bruen
The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry - Rachel Joyce
Darkness Take My Hand - Dennis Lehane
The Devil - Ken Bruen
Sacred - Dennis Lehane
Killing Floor - Lee Child
Voodoo River - Robert Crais
Die Trying - Lee Child
Headstone - Ken Bruen
Find a Victim - Ross MacDonald
Candlemoth - R.J. Ellory
Gone Baby Gone - Dennis Lehane

I have to say, I hate it when I get going through a book and all of a sudden I have to stop and charge my iPad's battery. Don't have to do that with a hard cover book!

So what have you guys been reading? I'm always on the lookout for something new and different.