Droopy Dawg week

Well, another Friday has come and I have not done a whole heck of a lot. I did get good news today, in the form of an email from my book club informing me that they are sorry about the defective book I have and telling me they are sending a replacement today. So I got a few magazines and a romance from the library to fill the time until it comes. I can't read any other series until I get this one done.

And speaking of that, the library had a new fantasy book that looks good- "Last Argument of Kings" by Joe Abercrombie. BUT, this is book three of a trilogy and the first two books are checked out. The nice librarian lad offered to reserve them for me- he said the person who has them is a fast reader and they should be returned soon. So, do I wait on the new book, and hope it's available when I get and read the others? Or do I take it and hope that I get the others before this one is due back. Because you're not supposed to be able to renew 'new' books. If you guessed I took it and said screw the poor person who is reading the first two, you win! Maybe he already read this one-yeah, like people read them out of order-who could do that?

The weather has been pretty wet and gray all week, hindering my intent to walk the dogs every day. Although I am not complaining about the (heavy) rain- just a few miles to the north and west it was a foot or more of snow.  The sun actually came out today and it is 45. Then J came home and told me we're supposed to get up to 5 inches of snow this weekend! Bummer. He didn't have to tell me that.

EDIT- I just got a call from library lad and ran down to get the first 2 books. I don't even have to feel bad about keeping the 3rd, because the other person didn't want it. (I did ask)

Coming to a Screeching Halt

You know how annoying it can be to be interrupted when you're in the middle of a really good book? Now imagine that you started reading the Wheel of Time series in 1990 when the first book appeared and have faithfully followed along through the next 11 books. Then the author dies (I know, I know,  he didn't plan on this before finishing the books, but still) and you think you'll never see how it turns out.

Next, an announcement that another author has been asked to finish the series, based on outlines and copious notes. Yay! Even the news that #12 won't be the last book, but will be the first of three that will wrap it up is okay. I can deal with waiting a bit more, and I bought the new book when it came out in October.

Because I was working then, I decided to wait until after Christmas and savor the reading. Then, I decided to reread the previous books first, since it had been so long between volumes, and I would have all the names and places straight in my head.  Did that, only to find that I had never bought #10 or 11, so had to run to the library last week to get them.

Finally, I started The Gathering Storm, and it is very good. The new guy is doing very well matching writing styles and character voices. I'm halfway through when I go from the left hand page to the right, and... it makes no sense. My book goes from page 528 to 631!  AAAGGGHH!

I bought this online from a book club and I fired off an email last night, demanding a replacement. Haven't heard back yet and I am not a happy camper. So not happy.

Ha

Boomer just trotted past me and settled down in the living room. When I heard a faint crackling, I turned around and could see everything but the tip of his nose. I didn't say anything, but he looked at me and lifted his head to show me a stick-on bow. I went back to my computer and he went back to chewing.

You just never know

We had a bit of excitement on our road this week. At least, the dogs thought it was bark-worthy.  Very, very bark-worthy. All week long. Tractors and trucks and digging and cement and men flaunting their obedient, quiet labs, who never strayed onto our side of the road.  This is what we saw:

 

That was after the cement was poured and the wind was whipping the tarps around.

 

Now, our thoughtful neighbor had come over earlier in the week to let us know what was going on, and I don't think I could have guessed from seeing the prep and what is lying on that trailer.  

I missed the installation this morning since I was sleeping, but J witnessed the crane lifting this into place.

 

Is that what you guessed was coming?  The world's biggest ice fishing trap (or tip-up, depending on region) lives across from us. I assume it's the biggest anyway-a quick Google search didn't show me anything else. 

Oh, by the way, he's not a nut- his business is making ice traps. The only problem I have with this is if he lights it up in the future. I like my out-in-the-country-no light-pollution-nights.