oh you don't know the effects of the hot mid-summer sun on a late July day where I was sitting out on a lounge reading THE ANGEL'S GAME by Zafon while the brightness of that afternoon rendered me thirsty and realizing I had two bottles of Astica sauvignon blanc iced in the fridge and where I found my prized silver wine goblet and poured from the cold bottle of life sustaining refreshments preceded to finish this mysterious and oddly enjoyable novel with great comfort not keeping an eye on how much wine was being consumed but occasionally turning up the iPod connected to the boombox and fixating on one particular favourite song that being THE TALKING HEADS Life During Wartime which I was playing for I was told at regular higher volume intensities and repeated playing for many many times for which I do apologize to my neighbours but also must confess that this song was followed by Premature by Toots and the Maytals with Bonnie Raitt in likewise fashion while I gyrated in exaggerated dance steps only to be mildly confronted by my wife who suggested I ease up for fear of becoming a spectacle to all the neighbourhood to whom I must say that I am sorry if I scared your pets or caused you stress and then my wife who is the voice of reason after all suggested I start the BBQ of which I attacked with a vengeance only to find the knobs misbehaving in a deplorable fashion jumping up at me in order to foul my very efforts to light the damn thing to which I released a stream of profanities which elicited an intervention from my smiling wife who tamed the little buggers with a delicate dexterity not uncommon from her and this resulted in a satisfying meal of steaks and salad chased by some chardonnay wherein I became extremely sleepy and crashed in the chair to fall into a deep sleep troubled by a disturbing dream of angry seas near dark foreboding ragged shores and sharp-toothed fish and serpents and someone far off saying Bernie Bernie only to find out that it was my wife waking me saying to me that I was snoring to beat the band and I realized that I love this woman but came out of this deep sleep with a profound sadness for which I was not prepared and a depth of emotion which was intense and building for I realized too that I missed my son who is heading for NY City to start a new life and also realized I missed my daughter and her warm smile and started to feel a loneliness that at times is all too familiar and my keen wife I think read this in my eyes and swept into motion getting me to clean up the yard and cover the BBQ for it was time to go inside where she brewed my organic coffee and poured it into my favourite blue cup and we sat in front of the TV the great nullifyer where we entered into small talk involving facts and rumors where after awhile we broke out in giggles and huge laughs and I found the clouds in my mind lifting and the sweet birds chirping and we finished off the leftover dip and the day ended.
But Natalie? Natalie? Are you there? Tell me. What's in this Argentina wine? Has it ever been analysed? Or was it just a midsummer day's dream? Or just mid-summer madness?
I've just only read what my wife wrote here and I'm not sure if I said I would think about blogging or will resume it in October or whatever. But I do have a change coming, and that will be around the end of the summer. I'm giving away books...sorta. More about that later.
THE ANGEL'S GAME was a good summer read albeit disturbing and graphic at times. I'll discuss it at a later date.
Here's to summer.