A number of
battles were fought on a variety of levels yesterday. I had to fight my way into work through some
pretty hefty ice which approached adventure status. Over the day my front lawn lost the battle to
remove all vestiges of snow as another full inch was deposited on top of the
emerging crocusii and my wife lost a battle with sanity due to an impending
house inspection.
I’ve mentioned
before that my wife maintains a spotless house, at times almost
maniacally. We have a realtor coming by
tomorrow to assess the house in case we follow through with our plan to put it
on the market later this year. This sent
her through the roof in terms of preparing the house to actually be assessed by
an outside source. I came home to find
her in the middle of completely rearranging bedrooms, filling huge bags of
clothes and linen for donation, a couple thousand other details. She was also sharpening her wit for the
obligatory lecture on my inability to maintain appropriate levels of
cleanliness. Luckily I’m fairly handy
when it comes to moving large objects.
I must be a lot
more charming than I appear because at times I think she believes I deserve to
be placed in a shallow grave for excessive untidiness. If I ever disappear the police should first
check the cleanliness of the house for motive. I am saying all of this with my
tongue firmly in cheek and with distinct admiration for the drive she has to
maintain the highest standards.
I finished off
my latest Christopher Nuttall military science fiction book, To the Shores,
book six in the Empire series. Nuttall
returns to the characters from the original couple of books and moves them a
few years down the road where they’re trying to sort out the remains of a
galactic empire with other successor states.
The ex-imperial marines end up on a remote planet for a peace conference
that is then attacked by xenophobic locals.
Nuttall is at
his best in describing close combat and this book is almost entirely composed
of battles as a relief force has to fight its way across a continent to relieve
the besieged peace conference. As
always, Nuttall illustrates some serious issues he has with current Earth
cultures. This time it’s the caste
system of India
which is used as the model for the xenophobic planet and he is merciless in his
condemnation. He also uses the intro to
each chapter to comment on the events leading up to both World War 2 and the
Gulf War. It was interesting, as an
American (sometimes too much so – according to some) to get a Eurocentric view
of each. I’m painfully coming nearer to the end of Nuttall’s empire series –
I’m really going to miss it. This may be
the best of the lot thus far.
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| Welcome Back Boys!!! |
Finally my beloved Red Sox returned to action yesterday and lost their opener in Baltimore 2-1. Since they won the title last year I'm officially prohibited from complaining about them on any level for at least a couple years. I bet Farrell wishes he had Napoli instead of a failed rookie up for final at bat where he struck out on a pitch right down the middle, a bit of over-managing that cost him yesterday. I AM NOT COMPLAINING.
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| Right Down the Middle! |
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| Still Love you Johnny! |
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