So Many Books... - Third review interrupted
Jun. 17th, 2006
11:40 pm - Third review interrupted
So, this was all going very well yesterday, as feeling a little ill made it even easier to ignore house cleaning than ever, for a good reading session. But at 7:30 I got a call from my mother, who'd just come down with a gastric flu/food poisoning/something nasty. So no reading was done from 7:30 until 12:30, when the after-hours doctor had made his call, and my mother was tucked in bed and feeling a hell of a lot better than she had been when I arrived at her house. I almost finished the third book I'd been reading, The Gift Boat, by Peter Dickinson, before turning off the light and not going to sleep for a long time and didn't get to resume reading until after 1 today, when I was back home. But I certainly wasn't going for any number of books read/reviwed prize anyway. Tonight's write-ups have been interrupted by more trips to get and take up to my mother invalid food, as well as the regular family communication, and family (four-legged) walking. All (two, yay me) reviews tonight were written while fairly stupefied with exhaustion, but more tomorrow, hopefully when wider-awake...

I was absolutely staggered at the notion of a housecall-making doctor! Here, only the very wealthy get that.
BTW, here's something extremely exasperating. No, actually it makes me furious. I went back to school a couple days to start on the chore of lugging all my books and desk things and files into boxes to haul to whatever classroom i get assigned to next, and I discovered the two books you sent me, which i'd taken to share with the kids, have vanished. Either it was at the end of school, but I swear I saw them with the others, or the summer daycare kids, many of whom are not students at the school. Apparently they wander through that room, which has no lock.
I hope they got misplaced by some "helpful" person, but they weren't anywhere in that row of rooms that all open onto one another. ARGH! I was going to bring them home to read.
Oh dear about the books! (And whole other kettle-of-fish-oh-dear if Death of a Ghost was pushed on some 3rd grader, due to its cover, and angry parent complains!) Unless they've turned up since, I know I can dig up other copies, and Charlie said he definitely had spares of those two, so we'll try again.
It sounds like you've a far better medical system than we have. But then ours is just so rotten in so many ways. All the old folk around here are hanging onto their houses in case something happens to them and they have to sell their houses to pay the medical surcharges. We're talking modest houses that are not going for just under a million bucks.