I finished the book Whistling in the Dark last week. I loved it. I loved it so much that I stayed up one nite till 3am to finish it.
It has all my favorite things that a book can have: coming of age story, mystery, intrigue, laugh out loud funny sometimes, profound at others, and told in first person. In this case, the story is told by a 10 year old.
And best of all? The play on words. The use of words. Marvelous. Clever. Profound.
So I did my own “whistling” today…… even tho it was in the bright sunshine.
Background: I am terrified of snakes.
So a client was leaving today, standing with the door open, and nonchalantely says “oh, there’s a snake”.
And I promptly shut the door in her face and told her to go get in her car.
She laughed and said “it wont hurt you, its just a garter snake. oh, but it is a BIG one! Its coming right out of this hole by the house”
GO GET IN YOUR CAR I yelled, trying to remain calm. By now I had locked the door. No snake coming in, Im not going out!
I got my camera, tried to see snake out the window. couldnt see it. put on shoes, go outside out other door on a snake hunt with camera….. thank god for zoom so i dont have to go close.
so it was 2 hours before the snake killer got home. TWO HOURS! the nerve! because really. which is worse? knowing the snake is out there, but not knowing EXACTLY where? or knowing exactly where it is, which requires WATCHING the dam thing?? ugh. two slow hours. i was incapacitated. could do nothing but make sure every 5 minutes it hadnt moved far. its only about a foot long, and is missing part of its tail….. but it moved to the grass which made it harder to see, which required extra vigilance.
the snake killer is my hero. he says “I jobbed it with a shovel and then the Good Lord called the poor thing home” which of course made me giggle.