So good I plan to read it again! Violet Parker, real estate agent to the departed, cannot get a break. Not only does her boss treat her like a Barbie doll to get sales he pimps her out to the next reality show with Ray along for the ride. As usual, Nat, Doc, and Old Man Harvey are by her side as she rides into another crazy predicament as Coop keeps a cautious eye on her. Perfect in its silliness, amazing in its sultriness, and just enough creepy mystery keeps me coming back for more. Ann Charles is a wonderfully witty writer who makes me laugh out loud and giggle to myself as I turn each page wanting more.
I read somewhere that if you were conservative young you get more liberal older and vice versa. I think it is true because my husband of seventeen years has become much more conservative. He admits to minor conservatism in certain areas but even our 23 year old has noticed the change. Is he, at 54 and two days, turning into an old fart? No, not really. He has retained his twelve year old self and it was very apparent as I watched him with his eleven year old nephew last night. He has always been the one who wants to go out partying or just OUT anywhere at the week’s end. He is also the one who works from home 24/7 and does not always see or speak to another person until I come home from work so I do get that he wants some extraneous stimuli.
So maybe, just maybe, I AM the old fart. I was a liberal-ish conservative in my youth. My very conservative brothers have always assumed I was very liberal and even called me a Democrat once. In all my years of voting I have only once voted on the left and all others right. So, not very liberal. As I have matured, now the mother of a 23 year old career woman with a master’s degree in interactive journalism working for a print and online magazine, I find that I have become even more conservative. I believe we all have our opinions and even though I do not agree with some and thing they are wrong, I believe we all have the right to have our opinions and even share them. I do not have to listen to them. I have turned off notifications and even unfriended or blocked individuals on social media because they are so righteous in their quest to convert me and anyone else around them or they have the righteous anger to let me know I am wrong, a hater, a racist, a … whatever because I do not agree with their points of view. Honestly, I just don’t want the drama or angst these people thrive on. I don’t even watch reality TV because I cannot stand the constant fake drama they try to pass as reality.
I am just tired of the fake drama out there. I am tired of the glorifying of the weird as something we should all embrace. I like normal. I like traditional. I live with the consequences of my actions and I believe you should too. I pay for my insurance and I pay for the extras not covered by my employers. I cover my kids expenses she cannot cover and don’t ask for someone else to do it for me.
I think the old fart comes in because, like many, I travel an hour to work and an hour from work each day. I work two jobs most of the time. When I get home at the end of the day, I want to stay home and not talk to anyone. As a teacher-librarian I get plenty stimuli daily. Hubby comes across as the fun loving ready to go “kid” in our relationship and I get the role of “grown-up” because I am usually exhausted at week end. That is another reason not to invite the drama from Facebook, Twitter, TV, or anything else.
Another way I have decided to calm my life it to not allow posts that are abusive in language or low moral character on my wall or feeds. If you swear a lot or post pictures of, what I consider, degrading sexually explicit material I will block you. I just don’t want or need it in my life.
Am I an old fart? No, I am not. I’m just trying to chill as I get older.