Greetings and welcome to the Father’s Day edition of You Are What You Read. Here’s wishing all you Fathers a most wonderful day, a comfy chair, the Open Final Round watched without interruption, a steak nice and rare and your preferred beverage in a generous glass. Enjoy.
In Animals Run Amok News, some dudes returning from a day of fishing on the Sound (aka day drinking) discovered of all things a young buck swimming about 6 miles off shore. Upon closer inspection it was obvious that he wasn’t going to last much longer, so they threw a rope around its antlers and towed him ashore in Madison where he was wrapped in blankets and took about 3 hours before he was recovered enough to get up, go off and ravage some poor garden. I know I speak for all gardeners out there when I say, “Gee. Thanks. Thanks for nothing.” Read all about that.
This Monday we have the full moon for June. This moon is known as The Strawberry Moon, or in places where there are no strawberries (Europe, most specifically where strawberries are not a native species), The Rose Moon or even the Honey Moon. More on that last moniker in a minute. What makes this moon really something? Well for the first time since 1948, it is also coinciding with the Summer Solstice.
The Solstice! We all know that this will be the longest day of the year and the sun will be at its highest peak in this hemisphere. It will rise at the leftmost spot on the horizon and set on the rightmost spot. It will make its longest, tallest and most curvy arc of the year as it crosses the sky. In fact, when you go out at 1:00 on Monday for lunch, check out your shadow! It will be the smallest one you’ll make all year. I know I for one am always looking for an opportunity to appear smaller.
The Full Moon! Opposite in a lot of ways from the Sun. At 1:00 a.m. it will be low, low, low in the sky. This brings us back to the name Honey Moon. It will be so low in the sky that usually the light emanating from it has to cut through some thicker, more humid air. This makes it appear golden, as if it had been dipped in honey.
So celebrate People! Party like it's 1948! Because the next time this goes down (2094) most of us will be dust.
This week we have revelations, private planes, and a rainbow.
Kaitlin from the Rock is here. This is always a good, great thing. “Hiyo! Well, I just finished Fates and Furies by Lauren Goff. It tells the story of young, newly married (and aging) couple Lotto and Mathilde, first through Lotto's viewpoint (Fates) and then through Mathilde's eyes (Furies). I really liked how the author separated their stories into two parts; it was almost like reading a book and its sequel (or prequel). Lotto's side of the story is optimistic and beautiful, while Mathilde's side is darker, bleaker. It was interesting to see the various revelations throughout, this book definitely had some twists and turns I was not expecting at all, which was refreshing. The writing is lyrical and beautiful. The story left me feeling...I'm not sure what. Empty? Sad? Hopeful? A mix of emotions! Overall, this is a fantastic and very different read.”
Pat T has just finished one of the hot books of the summer **Before the Fall*_***, by Noah Hawley. “A private plane takes off from Martha's Vineyard for a short flight to New York and crashes into the Atlantic eighteen minutes into the flight. The plane belongs to a wealthy media executive, David and his wife Maggie who are returning to New York from their vacation home along with their two children, nine-year-old Rachel and 4-year-old JJ. Besides the crew, the other passengers are Ben Kipling, a wealthy businessman and his wife Sarah, as well as a young painter, Scott. The two survivors are Scott and JJ, who Scott rescues by swimming in the cold dark waters of the Atlantic Ocean until he miraculously lands on the Long Island shore. The story weaves between the investigation of the crash, the lives of the passengers before this fateful night and what is to become of the surviving 4-year-old set to inherit his family's fortune. It's a good summer suspense that keeps you wanting to read just ten more pages before turning off the lights!”
On the one day a week I get into my clown car, brave the hideous, soul sucking reality that is a 12 mile commute that can take up to an hour and a half and drive to work, it’s always nice to have some company. This week I have so enjoyed my listening choice that I literally have thought about adding a driving day just so I can hear what my new friends have to say. In The Rainbow Comes and Goes: A Mother and Son on Life, Love and Loss,
Gloria Vanderbilt and her son Anderson Cooper discuss what life has shown them thus far and how they have each shaped the other’s lives. This is read by them so it truly feels like they are right there with you. I know that others have also recommended this fabulous look at a life that never ceases to surprise and fascinate. I would like to add my voice to that choir.
DJ Jazzy Patty McC is here from that State Up North, as always with this week’s final musings. What’s good Pats? “This weekend marks the celebration of Father’s Day and graduations; throw in a summer solstice that involves a full moon and we’ve got one heck of a party. My father lives Up North quite a distance from me on the edge of the Manistee National Forest. A feast has been planned and his far-flung children will fly-in and then drive 4.5 hours to spend the day with him. I was called and was asked specifically to bring 16 ghost pepper plants, a flat of flowers, some flowering hanging baskets and a new summer pair of Carhartt overalls. Apparently, some things you just can’t get Up North. I did not ask him what the ghost peppers are for but assume that he’s starting a small batch, organic mace farm. I am praying that he doesn’t ask me to come around when it’s time to harvest those bad boys. I hope that your own weekend is full of family, laughter and lots and lots of love.”