I have learned that trash pile fires can just keep on going, after they have produced enough smoke to make a car from the sheriff’s department cruise by slowly. Yesterday I mowed (again) at Mother’s and decided to set the trash on fire. Well, I did . . . and I wound up staying overnight to make certain it was completely out. It wasn’t bad – I fell asleep quickly after tossing a not-so-good book aside and didn’t wake until it was light out. Mind you, the book was not finished; I am one of those people who can stop at any point; I do not  feel compelled by some unwritten law to read to the last page before I am freed from a story that is causing me discomfort.

I also will look to the end of a mystery story so I do not read so fast to get to the ending that I don’t appreciate the writing.  For that, quite a few people consider me a pariah. I don’t understand it; it seems logical to me.