I WAS SO MAD.

 

So what news can I share with my dear followers (i.e. Camille and Seth)? I have already put up one blog post for the day, yet it does not summarize the comings and goings since I watched The Hunger Games for the second time way back in March of this year. But we know life is not stagnant! Not even for a rock that is buffeted by the elements of the earth. I am sure the rocks would have grand stories to tell of the great love between mother earth and father sky. The rock is beaten, weathered, and polished by the wind and water. Oh what a grand tale I imagine it would tell. Likewise, I am not immune to the whispered rumors and events of the society that I claim to live and work in. 

Today, I reckoned that the scant blog posts of my exploits are not due to the lack of adventure but mainly my desire to write jumped off a cliff and died. I should feel slighted because I wasn’t aware of the tragedy until now. Who would have thunk that it would be the cackle that comes from politicians and the biased opinion of people from the right and left (especially from the right) that would revive my fingers to fly across the keyboard.

Camille Williams is wise to quote from Snotlout* who is famous for the words, “I swear, I’m so angry right now!” I share such fury when it comes to political rhetoric. In fact, I would take it one step further and continue with Snotlout’s words, “...I’ll avenge your beautiful hand and your beautiful foot. I’ll chop off the legs of every dragon I fight... with my face!” This aggressive language is appropriate for the issues of the day. Granted, I'm not giving it due justice by quoting a character named Snotlout. It actually wearies me to record my angst, which is why I will mention two joys in my life.

The first is chocolate-covered almonds with sea salt from Trader Joe's. 

The second is my little man, my first-born nephew, Seth Aidan Williams. This boy has me wrapped around his finger. I am completely besotted. 

*How to Train Your Dragon

I'm in love. I'm in love and I don't care who knows it!

I am in love with a dwarf who comes from the dastardly House Lannister. I am smitten with the beastly direwolves and have quickly claimed such a creature as my animagus in the Potter cosmos. I am charmed by the feisty Arya, captivated by the kingly wisdom of her bastard brother Jon, enchanted by the grace and strength of Daenerys... I can go on, but why waste words to express such a love for the land and people of Westeros? Like Buddy the Elf, I can’t help but twirl and shout my love in whimsical euphoria. So where and when did I chance to meet such mesmerizing brutes and heroes?

The answer begins with my frequent gracing of bookstores. On one such trip, I bought the first book to the saga A Song of Ice and Fire. Like an addict that relapsed, I delved into the book and began chugging out 100-200 pages a night. I am still riding high with the content of the book and I have not yet finished (it is an 800-pager)! It is every bit as thrilling as an adventure through Middle Earth, Fillory, Narnia, or Pellinor. The characters and settings are richly described. I can close my eyes and transport myself to the top of the Wall and behold the mystery of the unknown lands to the north. I feel a tingle down my spine as the words ‘winter is coming’ is whispered by the wind and confirmed in my bones from the chilly breeze. Reading is intoxicating to me. I'll keep you posted on this new journey.