This is a non-fiction book written by a mother and daughter about the daughter’s trip into a life of drugs and all of the garbage that comes with it and her mom and dad’s role in getting her there. The journey they all take out of that deep dark place is what makes it interesting.
Archive for July 10th 2007
When Liam first started Suzuki I saw all these other kids playing away and I thought it would take Liam forever to learn to play like that. There are several songs I like in Book One and one of them is called Perpetual Motion. When I first saw the other kids play it I was blown away. It is such a neat song and a fun song to play. You can really tell the kids enjoy playing it. Well, he has arrived. He can play it and I am so proud of him. I honestly thought he would be ten before he would be able to play like that. They just learn so quickly when they are this age. At first it doesn’t seem like they are learning much of anything, but one day it all comes together and you realize they were listening, they were learning and it was worth it.
My in-laws are having some work done to their yard that requires a bulldozer type of machine. They are having some boulders put in their backyard to keep their lawn from washing away into the lake that is in their backyard. Now, when they told me someone had called the police on them because the bulldozer was making too much noise I thought that was absolutely ridiculous. Then the boys and I went over there today to see all of the excitement and I totally understand why someone called the police. Man, it was LOUD! He wasn’t just moving the rocks. First he has to scrape them so they are flat and will stack nicely. He scrapes each one for a good ten to fifteen minutes. Then he picks it up with his machine and takes it over the lake, plops it into the lake on top of the rocks that are already there and POUNDS, POUNDS, POUNDS it into place. A lot of the people who live near my in-laws are retired and are home ALL day. They have been listening to this for two days and probably have about three more days of it to put up with. And it’s not the sound that is so bad, it is the sounds echoing off of all the houses and carrying across the lake that is bad. If I had heard all of that ruckus and didn’t know what was happening, I might have called the police, too.