Rain & Books

It is raining.  It’s been raining all day.  Every so often there’s been rumblings of thunder and flashes of lightning – sometimes the lightning was very close at points.  According to Facebook and some Facebook friends who live north in Louisville are undergoing some pretty severe flooding episodes.  One picture posted there showed water almost on the house’s porch and the owner, someone who also has had arthritis forever, felt trapped.  I know I would feel the same if it was me in the same situation.  Here in Lexington, though, the rain falls, lightning occasionally flashes, and thunder rumbles overhead, but there isn’t any flooding in my area.  I am not sure how other parts of Lexington are fairing since I failed to watch the evening news.  This means I’ll settle myself in front of the computer later on and read the electronic version of The Herald-Leader.

When I was young I hated when it was “news time” because I would end up having to give the radio over to my parents or the TV so they could listen/watch the depressing stuff that had gone on throughout the day in the state and in the world.  As I grew and learned there really was a world beyond Leslie County and Stinnett, where I lived, I started following the news, too.  Still found it depressing on most counts, but felt a little better capable of making decisions based on what I’d seen on the news.  Now I am a full-fledged adult and I simply do not trust the news programs on television.  Things are left out in the reporting to completely change the outcome of the story and thrust even more paranoia onto the watching public.  No one is more hated in the world than a Christian or a Muslim, yet Muslims receive more caring and respect than a Christian.  Blacks and whites hate each other, according to the reports and we are entering the millionth phase of new prejudice.  I hate to say it folks, but prejudice hasn’t really ever decreased.  People have just toned it down or kept from voicing it until there was a black President of the United States and then no one cared about hiding the fact they were bigots, etc.

Anymore, if I am going to get a news report, I go to the laptop and read the electronic version of my local newspaper and do the same for as many newspapers as I can find on-line I can read for free.  Believe it or not, but there aren’t that many newspaper sites you can read without having to pay.  The Lexington Herald-Leader is the one I actually subscribe to, and even though most of the stories there are about basketball today, I find I trust the written word more as far as reporting goes.  There seems to be less “made up” information than on the news broadcasts.  It is sad to say honest reporting of the day’s events looks like a thing of the past.  How shocking, and popular, would it be if a newspaper actually accurately reported the news?  Even if the paper was published only once a week it would be the most popular newspaper or magazine in the United States.  No one gets to the bottom of a story anymore because it appears, on the surface, the more fear and panic that can be produced is better and more profitable.  The reality, of course, is usually much different than what’s reported.

OK – I won’t go any further about “the news” or lack there of.

I finished a lovely book called The Mist-Torn Wtiches, by Barb Hendee.  It is about two sisters: one sister, the oldest, sees the future and the younger one sees the past.  It is truly a wonderful read and the action keeps the story moving forward.  There is even a bit of a who-dun-it in there.  I was actually so impressed with the story I went ahead and got the second book in the series for my Nook!  Check out the author’s site for more!  I give it a solid 4.5 out of 5 stars.

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About Henrietta Handy

I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. I am an aspiring writer with a wonderful husband who puts up with this writing and reading addiction I have. He also puts up with all of the yarn and knitting. I have four canine children and a ton of friends I love dearly. I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at the age of 2 1/2 and have still managed to have a good life despite all the pain. So, I invite you to join me in this journey and just possibly have fun along the way.
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