Fogginess

Making Ghosts with Dad

The weird weather continued yesterday with much warmer temperatures than are strictly legal this late in October. I experienced some internal fogginess after my Saturday adventures but “luckily” I had the full plate of activities my Sundays entail to keep me from recognizing that disability. I woke up early in the morning on the Rhode Island couch, said a quick farewell to Soxfather, thanking him for yet another epic night at McShawn’s, and drove home to the empty house.

Foggy but Dominating Pats' Win

After a sustained bout with grocery shopping, laundry, ironing, cooking and cleaning sandwiched around genuflecting at the altar of the NFL’s Red Zone I settled into the Man Cave for the late night Patriots’ game which featured a re-match with their Super Bowl foes – the Atlanta Falcons. I wasn’t expecting much given the Falcons’ impressive array of offensive weapons and the Patriots’ seemingly impossible ability to play defense. I was therefore very entertained when the Pats finally started looking like the team we hoped for going into the year. The defense started hitting some people and Brady engineered enough offense to thoroughly dominate the game played in a weird fog that descended shortly after kickoff. I’m sure the people who paid hundreds of dollars for tickets to the game were pleased as they spent the entire game watching shadows.

Energy Source

Earlier in the day I caught up with the FBR for a quick update. She was in the middle of what my daughter called the “Ghost Dance”. She’d just finished helping her parents create some more Halloween decorations and therefore needed to celebrate with the dance. It was funny as hell watching her mother try and keep her on camera as she changed around the house dancing and singing. The excess energy may have been rooted in the intake of a new first for her, her very own ice cream cone, which she acquired while accompanying her parents to a local Diwali festival.

Already an Expert

I rushed through John Sandford’s latest Virgil Flowers novel, Deep Freeze over the weekend. That is required because despite the immense amount of prose he produces Sandford never fails to entertain. Flowers, or more properly “that F- - -ing Flowers”, returns to the mythical Minnesotan town where he uncovered a murderous school board in the last novel. This time a high school reunion meeting leads to murder which draws Virgil back to solve in the middle of a deep Minnesota winter. As usual the small town and its quirky inhabitants, straight out of a Fargo cast, are a huge part of the fun. Flowers attracts disasters without even trying but remains a steadfast cop in search of justice despite all the wackiness he’s confronted with. The secondary plots are part and parcel of what makes a Virgil Flowers novel so entertaining, this time it’s orgasmic Barbie Dolls. If you like taut, crisp, well written novels and haven’t discovered Sandford yet – do yourself an immense favor.

The Bad Cinema project count rises to #39 out of 100, with Bloodtide which I’m sure is not at the top of the resumes of three Oscar winners who appear in it.